...Not the kind of wheel you fall asleep at...

What I Wish My Brain Looked Like Under a Very Powerful Microscope

We have to listen to the child we once were, the child who still exists inside us. That child understands magic moments. We can stifle its cries, but we cannot silence its voice. The child we once were is still there. Blessed are the children, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven. If we are not reborn – if we cannot learn to look at life with the innocence and the enthusiasm of childhood – it makes no sense to go on living.

--Paul Coelho



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