The soul is like a vast library where rows upon rows of all the little things that make each of us unique line the shelves — our childhood memories, our dreams, our ambitions, the people we have loved.
''Happiness is not a checklist. A dream job, a fast car, even love, mean nothing at all if you have not found a way to feel full and content in your own mind and heart.'' -- Beau Taplin, The Checklist ;
But doesn't it mean that (by pinning this) I'm not only admitting that I supposedly do these things but am now broadcasting it to the Internet, because apparently it's cool to be socially awkward now? Food for thought.