“Luck is where preparation meets opportunity.” — Seneca the Younger, 1st Century Roman intellectual.
Here is a source for the quote. I associate this line most with a deceased history teacher of mine who was like a second father to me. May he rest in peace.
I wish that adulthood came with an instruction manual.
You know what I mean? Yeah, you do. I know you do.
Which doesn’t make sense? The world? The status of adulthood? Me?
I’m not afraid of these thoughts. Of thinking these things.
No, those are not the things that worry me in this situation.
Are you worried? Have you thought of these things already?
Have you found any answers?
And whiskey for courage.