think your lessons were a great deal less academic than mine.” “I would have preferred more reading.” “I think it strange we were prepared in drastically different ways for the same challenge,” Marco says. He looks at Celia’s hand again, though now there is clearly nothing amiss, no indication that it was stabbed only moments ago. “I suspect that is part of the point,”
We are all prepared differently for the same challenge, the challenge of life. No two paths or lessons look the same, yet we are all trying to make sense of the same world and there is no single "right" way or best rulebook to follow
