I break off a piece to try. It doesn’t taste at all like castella. This is glutinous and tough, like rubber. What did I do wrong? I can’t understand it. I thought I followed the recipe exactly. While chewing on an overly sweet horrible lump, it suddenly strikes me as funny and I fall about laughing. I’m not devastated; if anything I feel good. What

had no time to eat and my health was shit. I used to rely on nutrition drinks and supplements. Then one day I was looking at them lying all around my desk when I suddenly thought—what am I working for?” He tosses the last of the rice ball into his mouth. “I was working in order to eat, but I never had time to eat because of work—that seemed crazy.”

That starts me thinking: what do people think about me based on my job? What does it say about my personality or qualities?

Humans only see what suits them most, and make that their main focus, but for plants... Both are main. My mind jumps to the article about parallel careers where each job is complementary, neither is secondary.

You can decide things, but there’s no guarantee everything will go as planned.

“Everybody is connected. And any one of their connections could be the start of a network that branches in many directions. If you wait for the right time to make connections, it might never happen, but if you show your face around, talk to people and see enough to give you the confidence that things could work out, then ‘one day’ might turn into ‘

Peter F. Drucker that are in essence about being

Sea glass is the glass from faraway places that you find washed up on the beach. Fragments of broken jars and bottles are tossed by the waves until the edges rub smooth, and they arrive on the shores of other countries looking like nature’s own polished works of art.

“Now I actually have a life. A decent life. I eat properly, sleep, and enjoy reading books and magazines because I don’t have to think about them from a work point of view. I’m fit, healthy, and every day is a new beginning.”