My mom was sarcastic about men. She would tell me Adam was the rough draft and Eve was the final product. She was a feminist minister, an earth mom who wore a bra only on Sundays.

It&#39;s weird to say, but every time I look at my daughter and I see this little living breathing thing that came from me, that represents all of the hopes and dreams that I would want for her, I see a miracle.

It is all a question of imagination. Our responsibility begins with the power to Imagine. In dreams begin responsibilities.

Stick with the people who love you and don’t spend a single second on the rest. Life will be better that way.

Written By James Altucher

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