Eventually soulmates meet, for they have the same hiding place.

Are you an artist? Look about you. Is there a physical tool whose use you have mastered, a part of your body that responds utterly to your control? Is your motive esthetic? If so, you are an artist. If not, you are probably a writer.

When you have brought up kids, there are memories you store directly in your tear ducts.

Dancing is moving to the music without stepping on anyone's toes, pretty much the same as life.

It comes down to whether you believe in seven miraculous escapes a week or one guardian angel.

What happens if I do nothing?

Never mind searching for who you are. Search for the person you aspire to be.