The day we stop dreaming is the day we stop living

Dreams aren’t fantasies to keep in the back of our mind, they are life goals to be pursued

The only limits are the ones we set for ourselves

I didn’t want my life to be an occasional adventure. I wanted adventure to be my life.

It’s the mind that will win or lose today. It’s all in the head.

I was stubborn, intent on following my own dreams because my parents said I couldn’t and shouldn’t, and because they never encouraged me.

I realized that despite society’s molds, we had choices. We, and only we, could decide the course of our lives. There would always be obstacles. Like a river meeting a boulder, we could go over it or around it — that decision was ours to make. Or we could take an entirely new course. Nothing was impossible.

Feeling the need to be perfect is a curse. It didn’t make me perfect, it only prevented me from enjoying the moment because I couldn’t be satisfied with just being the best I could be.

Everything that seems impossible is possible. We’re all able to go twenty times beyond any boundaries we ever imagined. There are no limits to what we can achieve.