“I love all things, not because they are passionate or sweet-smelling but because, I don't know, because this ocean is yours, and mine: these buttons and wheels and little forgotten treasures, fans upon whose feathers love has scattered its blossoms, glasses, knives and scissors -- all bear the trace of someone's fingers on their handle or surface, the trace of a distant hand lost in the depths of forgetfulness.”
― Pablo Neruda
You will naturally find what you are looking for in places you haven’t looked.
But what we often don’t realize is that one chooses not to look there.
So if you want it bad enough, you might want to change your mind.
