Take wrong turns. Talk to strangers. Open unmarked doors. And if you see a group of people in a field, go find out what they are doing. Do things without always knowing how they’ll turn out. You’re curious and smart and bored, and all you see is the choice between working hard and slacking off. There are so many adventures that you miss because you’re waiting to think of a plan. To find them, look for tiny interesting choices. And remember that you are always making up the future as you go.

Randall Munroe (xkcd)

(Source: emotional-algebra, via souls-of-my-shoes)

The act of living is different all through. Her absence is like the sky, spread over everything.

—C.S. Lewis (A Grief Observed)

We both knew this. I had my miseries, not hers; she had hers, not mine. The end of hers would be the coming-of-age of mine. We were setting out on different roads. This cold truth, this terrible traffic-regulation (‘You, Madam, to the right—-you, Sir, to the left’) is just the beginning of the separation which is death itself. And this separation I suppose, waits for all.

—C.S. Lewis (A Grief Observed)