Love is a choice as much as it is a feeling. For without the former, the latter doesn’t have a chance.

If I’m perplexed by the fact that I’m constantly lost, maybe somewhere in my head I’ve determined that being lost serves a greater purpose than being found.

Because some decision hurts us beyond measure does mean that that decision is wrong beyond explanation, for some of the most vital decisions we will ever make are often the most painful ones that we will ever experience.

I'm in a hole because at some point I found a shovel and started digging. Maybe I should trade my shovels for ladders and start climbing.

To be careless in making decisions is to naively believe that a single decision impacts nothing more than that single decision, for a single decision can spawn a thousand others that were entirely unnecessary or it can bring peace to a thousand places we never knew existed.

Love exceeds all other emotions because it dares to take the passion to give oneself to another and turn it into a decision. Therefore, should the feeling of love ever find itself fleeting, the decision to love won’t.

Having a noble idea does not make me noble. Acting on a noble idea still does not make me noble. What makes me noble is to realize that nobility is simply putting others before myself and acting on that. And in that sense, we are all called to nobility.

An idea, regardless of how noble it might be, is only an idea until someone has the idea to act upon it.

By choosing comfort we are in the very same decision choosing to miss every great thing in life, and that thought should be anything but comforting.