A friend who knows me for almost a decade now, recently send me the following picture from a childrensbook by Richard Scarry. The illustration reminded her of me. She thought that the little rabbit was just like me.
I somehow turned into a little scared rabbit in the interpretation of the picture. Did she want to tell me that I had no focus?, did she want to tell me that any idea I ever touch will turn to dust?, did she want to tell me that I will never reach any one of the beautiful goals I hoped to reach?

We had a serious conversation. I was really worried and the picture just emphasized my feeling of insecurity at that moment. I was lucky that she was there when I called. It turns out there were more positive sides to the picture.
I am, of course, more of a very naive, courious explorer.
As a boy at the age of 5 or so, I actually promised to myself once to never lose the sense of couriosity and exploration which often dies out with age. So here I am, excited about things I will and probably never even should reach. The beauty of the world is beyond anything I could wish for at times. And New York is also the pretty perfect place for me to play catch with butterflies.
Thank you for this incredibly flattering illustration.