She looks up at me and for a minute neither of us says anything. ‘Love,’ she says, a hairline crack in her voice. ‘That’s the biggest dream. Then art.’ I nod, because I understand. I do. All those career paths I didn’t and couldn’t have taken, none of them would have led me anywhere as wonderful as love. ‘Go for both,’ I say. ‘Always both. Then later, if you have to, you can start making compromises or choosing between them. But right now, reach for everything.’ She’s really looking at me, and I don’t know but I hope it’s a conversation that will stay with her, that she’ll think of long after
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