

I always wonder why birds stay in the same place when they can fly anywhere on the earth. Then I ask myself the same question.
We settle for relationships out of fear of what people will think if we’re old and single. “You’re not settling, Mistress. You’re accepting.” We go our whole lives wanting to be a writer and never write a damn thing. “You’d certainly write if you had enough time for it.” We take massive detours to our dreams: