How Do We Find Ourselves?

All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost. It seems like my mom was born with a paintbrush in her hand. She always knew she wanted to be an artist and that’s what she’s always been.

Read more: https://www.psychologytoday.com/blog/design-your-path/201803/how-do-we-find-ourselves

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