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I Could Do Anything If I Only Knew What It Was: How to Discover What You Really Want and How to Get It

This book serves as a comprehensive resource for individuals seeking to align their personal interests with their professional aspirations. It provides practical advice on self-assessment, goal setting, and the development of a plan to achieve one's desired career path. more

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Barbara Sher
Barbara Sher

Barbara Sher is an American author born in 1935. Her works primarily focus on personal growth, career development, and creativity. Sher is known for her unique perspective and accessible writing style, which helps readers discover their potential and achieve personal goals. more

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“Obedient to no man, dependent only on weather and season, without a goal before them or a roof above them, owning nothing, open to every whim of fate, the homeless wanderers lead their childlike, brave, shabby existence. They are the sons of Adam, who was driven out of Paradise; the brothers of the animals, of innocence. Out of heaven's hand they accept what is given them from moment to moment: sun, rain, fog, snow, warmth, cold, comfort, and hardship; time does not exist for them and neither does history, or ambition, or that bizarre idol called progress and evolution, in which houseowners believe so desperately. A wayfarer may be delicate or crude, artful or awkward, brave or cowardly—he is always a child at heart, living in the first day of creation, before the beginning of the history of the world, his life always guided by a few simple instincts and needs. He may be intelligent or stupid; he may be deeply aware of the fleeting fragility of all living things, of how pettily and fearfully each living creature carries its bit of warm blood through the glaciers of cosmic space, or he may merely follow the commands of his poor stomach with childlike greed—he is always the opponent, the deadly enemy of the established proprietor, who hates him, despises him, or fears him, because he does not wish to be reminded that all existence is transitory, that life is constantly wilting, that merciless icy death fills the cosmos all around.”

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Book:Narcissus and Goldmund
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