The minute we can no longer do something is likely the minute we miss it more strongly than we ever valued it.

in the world of socks, why is it that some of the oldest, out of shape ones never go missing?

I've enjoyed every minute of it and to be able to do it as long as I've had, I've had a lot of support from my family. The game has yet to see so much more growth.

If we lived more from the person we would like ourselves to be and less from the "ideal" that others would like to experience us as, I suspect we would be lying a whole lot less, and liking ourselves a whole lot more. It takes a lot of effort to defend something we're not.

I hate when my mind is empty and swimming at the same time.

The mistake people make is in believing that things will stay the same. An even bigger mistake is wanting them to stay the same.