"What’s your greatest struggle right now?"
“Not living my father’s life.”
"I like to flip through old books to see if I can find any handwritten notes. Once I found one with a love note from 1917."
the rational part of my head asks me, “but why do you feel like this? nothing happened.”
I answer, “but that’s exactly why; because nothing happens.”
"As you grow older, your perspective changes. I no longer think in terms of the next ten, or twenty years. I think in terms of the next three years."
“So what do you want to accomplish over the next three years?”
every time this happens, I get that sinking feeling in my stomach that says “this, right here, this is the rest of your life.”