Your heart is not made of cogs and springs and little bits of machined metal. But it is a pump made of muscle, and if all goes well it does work like a well-oiled machine. The mystery and wonder is not in how a heart works. The mystery and wonder is in the fact that it works at all.
What known, predictable, ordinary thing fills you with wonder?
“Naturally, in the course of my life I have made lots of mistakes, large and small, for one reason or another, but at the heart of it all, every time I made a mistake it was because I was not radical enough.”
—Jean-Paul Sartre
What mistake have you made by being insufficiently radical?
Every single person’s fingerprint is unique. No hand is quite like any other. Which is no reason to stop there when with a little paint and effort you can really make your hands stand out in a crowd.
How do you highlight your own unique qualities for the world to see?
The seed head of a dandelion is a terribly fragile thing—the slightest breath of wind can blow it all apart. Which is exactly what it was meant to do. If it were tough and sturdy, no new dandelions would ever get planted.
How have you brought new life from the places where you’ve felt most fragile?
There is a world more lovely than the world you live in. There is a door to that world. The door is in every wall. It is always open.
What door do you long to walk through?
