All children have to be deceived if they are to grow up without trauma.
When I got to 40 or so... I had the sense when I looked back over my life I would actually see a mess of decisions， a few of which I had thought about， some of which I had sort of stumbled on， and many that I had no control over whatsoever.
Don’t you wonder sometimes， what might have happened if you tried？
If you are under the impression you have already perfected yourself， you will never rise to the heights you are no doubt capable of.
Memory， I realize， can be an unreliable thing； often it is heavily coloured by the circumstances in which one remembers.
Memories， even your most precious ones， fade surprisingly quickly. But I don’t go along with that. The memories I value most， I don’t ever see them fading.