two ways: the only choice that really makes a difference
From the movie Molly’s Game:
Douglas Downey:
Two roads emerged from the woods.
Do they explode? I dunno.
You like poetry?
Molly Bloom:
I did until a second ago.
we need a better question
Why.
It’s a simple, three-letter word. Packed with emotion.
It cries out for an answer to
pain
sickness
loss
betrayal
cycles of poverty
meaningless tragedy
struggle
loneliness
and fear.
masterpiece
“Masterpiece.”
What do you think of when you hear that word?
The Sistine Chapel of Michelangelo?
“Romeo and Juliet” by Shakespeare?
The 95-96 season of the Chicago Bulls?
Whatever you think of, it usually means the same thing.
Something spectacular—there’s nothing else like it—nothing in the world.
Something that’s a masterpiece is one-in-a-million. A treasure.
dawn
It’s hard to know exactly when it is. It’s a process.
It doesn’t happen all at once; it comes slowly … gradually … little by little.
It comes between the pitch dark of midnight and the blazing sun of noon.
Dawn.
Every day has one. Webster’s dictionary defines it as “the beginning of a new day.”
Shouldn’t we be able to point to one specific moment that starts a new day?