In your life, you meet people. Some you never think about again. Some, you wonder what happened to them. There are some that you wonder if they ever think about you. And then there are some you wish you never had to think about again.
But you do.
All the pathos and irony of leaving one’s youth behind is thus implicit in every joyous moment of travel: one knows that the first joy can never be recovered, and the wise traveler learns not to repeat successes but tries new places all the time.
Creativity is allowing yourself to make mistakes. Art is knowing which ones to keep.
It’s not the events of our lives that shape us, but our beliefs as to what those events mean.
– Anthony Robbins