Love is a temporary madness, it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is.

Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being in love, which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.

Those that truly love have roots that grow towards each other underground, and, when all the pretty blossoms have fallen from their branches, they find that they are one tree and not two.

Louis de Berni√®res, Corelli’s Mandolin

Leadership Lessons from Hal Conklin

Years ago I got lucky. I was starting an executive leadership role and was the youngest person by 20 years. I felt like I didn’t belong and maybe the people that hired me made a mistake. My first board meeting came quickly and I was to present. I didn’t even know how to create a […]

I no longer believe love works like a fairytale but like farming. Most of it is just getting up early and tilling the soil and then praying for rain. But if we do the work, we just might wake up one day to find an endless field of crops rolling into the horizon. In my opinion, that’s even better than a miracle. I’d rather earn the money then win the lottery because there’s no joy in a reward unless it comes at the end of the story.