“I couldn't see it then, but I could see it now. I opened my eyes, releasing another stream of tears. I had been trying so hard to run from my past. But the past was like mottlefish ink. Even if it fades, it's still there, and not even the ocean can wash it out. I couldn't change what had come before. But I could change what I did next.” PastInspiringMoving OnComing Of Age Book:The Last Mapmaker Source: The Last Mapmaker