Quote by John Larkin

We start each day with a blank sheet of paper in front of us, and what we write on it is up to us.


We start each day with a blank sheet of paper in front of us

Summary

This quote is a reminder that we have full control over our actions and choices in life. It portrays each day as a fresh opportunity, emphasizing that we have the power to decide how we approach and shape our day. Just like a blank sheet of paper, we can use our creativity and personal agency to determine what we write on it, symbolizing the moments and experiences we create. It encourages us to take ownership of our lives and make conscious decisions that align with our goals and values.

By John Larkin
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