I don’t know what comes next. I can’t know, until I’ve walked the road I’ve chosen. I don’t have a plan, and there is no map for this. It’s terrifying, but there’s a spark of exhilaration that gives me hope that the choice I just made could turn out to be right and this feels infinitely better than the weight of regret.
Many of us have no long-range vision in much of our struggle. We think only of the moment, this time, this place, this circumstance. But think of the ten generations of children that inherit love, and their children, and theirs. … Anyone can count the seeds of an apple. Who can count the apples in a seed?