New continents are not discovered by following maps. They’re discovered when the ship veers off course. When the captain makes a “mistake”. When someone decides to sail not where the compass points, but toward the place where, rumor has it, dragons dwell.
A mistake isn’t a blot on your biography. It’s a telegram from reality.
We cling to the old, to what’s familiar, even when it drives us mad, because we’re afraid of change. But you know - change is life itself.
Old Ivar sat on an upturned dinghy, mending a net with a thick needle carved from whale bone. The air smelled of salt, rotting fish, and cold water. In front of him, at the new pier, a twenty-year-old who’d come from the city for summer break fussed around his yacht-dazzling white, slick, flawless. Its name was Serenity. The kid found a tiny...
A person beaten with a stick their whole life instinctively looks for a razor blade in every gingerbread.