The Measure

by Nikki Erlick

“They’re a reminder that sometimes we screw up, and sometimes the system screws with us, but if you live your life with enough passion and boldness, then that’s what you’ll be remembered for. Not the crap that happened along the way.”

But sometimes I think we forget that it also takes strength to be able to let go.”

Maybe there are thousands of other ways we could measure our lives—the true quality of our lives—that lie within us, not within some box.

“And we already put the family first. We did not need the strings to tell us what is most important.”

Are you an artist?” “An architect,” he said. “So, an artist who’s good at math.”

But isn’t it better to spend ten years really loving someone, rather than forty years growing bored or weary or bitter?

That the beginning and the end may have been chosen for us, the string already spun, but the middle had always been left undetermined, to be woven and shaped by us.