In general, people are not drawn to perfection in others. People are drawn to shared interests, shared problems, and an individual’s life energy. Humans connect with humans. Hiding one’s humanity and trying to project an image of perfection makes a person vague, slippery, lifeless, and uninteresting.
How I’d love to get away from here and be someone else for a while in a place where no-one knows or expects certain things from me.
It’s easy to remember only the good parts of people if you never see them. Real people are much more complicated.
The universe is pregnant with signs that recall the presence of the Creator.
I find it hard to name the one book that was so damn delightful it changed my life. The truth is, they have all changed my life, every single one of them—even the ones I hated. Books are my version of “experiences.” I’m made of them.