Come,my friends,Tis not too late to seek a newer world,For my purpose holds to sail beyond the sunset，And though we are not now that strength which in old days moved earth and heaven,That which we are, we are;-- One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will. To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield。
For me they normally happen, these career crises, often, actually, on a Sunday evening, just as the sun is starting to set, and the gap between my hopes for myself and the reality of my life starts to diverge so painfully that I normally end up weeping into a pillow.
