Eventually, we’ve just lived so long it feels like they are.
A 90-year-old can pick up the trumpet. A 50-year-old can start a company. A 20-year-old can advise one.
It’s never too late to try something new. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. Not your friends. Not your parents. Not even your habits or society at large.
There are no rules. You can do anything. Don’t forget.
You need to not lose the friends you have. One friend for a lifetime is worth a thousand “connections.”
Chances are, you’re worrying too much about where you’re headed and too little about who you’ll leave behind. Reconnect with the people you love.
When I catch up with a friend after yet another year has passed, I always joke at the end: “See you next year!” It’s funny, sad, and true at the same time.
I just talked to a friend like that. …
You just don’t know by who and how.
We should not use the phrase “saved my life” lightly. It’s a big burden to carry, both for the savior and the saved.
We should reserve it for true, one-in-a-million situations. The woman snatching the girl away from the oncoming train. The soldier carrying his friend in battle. The right call at the last second for the suicide contemplator. Those are “saved my life” moments.
Each one of them counts, and yet, thankfully, they’re rarely required when looking at humanity as a whole. Why is that? I have a theory:
Most of us are being saved every day — we just don’t realize it happens. We don’t know who did it. We don’t know how they pulled it off. All we know is we’re okay, and that’s the part that matters. …