I came across this quote today in an article about the difference between our conception of what our future will be and the reality of what our future is when it arrives*:
“We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another, unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.”
- Anais Nin
She also has so many wonderful nuggests on love, life, and also on writing:
* My favorite thought, after reading that article: We're all like Michael J. Fox in Back to the Future, holding that Polaroid picture. The one with the future versions of the people we love fading away because of the steps we take or don't take in our present or our past. Except, its each of us in the picture. And we have to take action in the present to keep ourselves from disappearing in our own futures. . .