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If I knocked, he spoke. If he knocked, I spoke. For a full six years, my fist had become friends with that brown wooden door. Not once did I speak. I didn't have enough courage.

I don't know if you're familiar or not, but my friend and I had an unwritten rule that we strictly adhered to throughout school.

A long time ago, I had a friend who often went with me to the teacher's office. To pick up agenda books, refill marker ink, or just to get test papers.

"Is it so wrong to want to be young forever?"

Third, at day thirty, look back and write down what’s changed in what you actually want, not what you set out to find. The direction won’t announce itself. You’ll just notice one day that you can finally see it.

First, pick one thing that would make you healthier, calmer, or more present, not more productive. Second, commit to it daily for thirty days with no goal attached beyond doing it.

Nobody finds direction. They build a version of themselves capable of recognising it.