"Live in the now present moment because tomorrow isn't promised"

I care about strangers when they're abstractions but feel almost nothing when they are literally in front of me. They seem like unnamed characters in a poorly written novel about myself, which was poorly written by me.

Our consiousness rarely registers the beginning of a growth within us anymore than without us: there have been many circulations of the sap before we detect the smallest sign of the bud.

A man shrewd enough and clever enough to amass such a fortune in ten years does not throw together

Written By John Grisham

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