While residing at one of Zen Master Thich Nhat Hanh’s monasteries during the summer of 2015, I was fortunate to get to know a gentleman who had driven up to Mississippi from Texas to spend a week or so while going through some significant life changes, both personally and professionally. During one of our many talks while out walking the grounds, I remember him offering the following, likely in response to something or other I happened to be rueing at the time: “As long as we’re breathing, we’re learning.” Not long after, he packed his things and went on his way, as did I, and it’s now been several years since we were last in contact. His words of wisdom, however—which run so contrary to the human ego’s insistence that we constantly have it all figured out—have remained with me nevertheless.