If we view the world based on its impact on us, we will forever lose sight of how we might be able to impact it.

There’s something about a warm summer night where all the boundaries of the world seem to fall to the softness of moonlight and crickets. And with the astonishing expanse of the entire world having drawn within arm’s reach, I realize that nothing is so far from where I am that it can’t be affected by who I am.

What I allow into my head finds its way to my heart, which is a porthole to my soul. Therefore, I might be wise to consider the state of my soul, and then walk this process backwards.

It is my wish and most cherished hope that God would be pleased with my legacy, that lives would be changed by it, and that the world would be immeasurably better because I was privileged to leave a legacy at all. And if perchance I am fortunate enough to have these things come to pass, I can then rest in the fact that I have lived well.

Impulsivity is something akin to spontaneously jumping out of an airplane and not realizing that you forgot something until about five seconds before impact.

The story of who you were will be told by the things that you accomplished. However, the greater story will be told by what you refused to accomplish.

If I am a compilation of nothing but myself, I will have lived a life where I became nothing more than myself. And while it might be true that we all begin with ourselves, to end there is to end in a terribly small place.

Most often, what I don’t know will have a vastly greater bearing on my life that what I do know.

Legacy is what’s left standing once you aren’t.