There are certainly times in all of our lives that we feel as though the whole world might as well be resting on our shoulders, a weight nearly unbearable. And as I walked out of the bookstore, the $325 of books I just bought wasn't much help. But it's all good. Today I was reminded of how insignificant and fleeting my worries truly are.

You can never really know a person. How could you when we hardly know ourselves?