But who can say what's best? That's why you need to grab whatever chance you have of happiness where you find it, and not worry about other people to… - Haruki Murakami

Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart.

Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back. That's part of what it means to be alive. But inside our heads - at least that's where I imagine it - there's a little room where we store those memories. A room like the stacks in this library. And to understand the workings of our own heart we have to keep on making new reference cards. We have to dust things off every once in awhile, let in fresh air, change the water in the flower vases. In other words, you'll live forever in your own private library.

Have you ever had that feeling — that you’d like to go to a whole different place and become a whole different self?