The road with no signage is the road that has yet to be tamed by men. And as such, it remains a road when all the others have become parking lots.

I might define a ‘journey’ as something that life itself calls me to. And I might then define a ‘trip’ as something I create to avoid a journey by mimicking a journey. And while fear is most certainly part and parcel of both, the latter is emboldened by fear while the former surrenders to it.

To simply survive appears to be the choice of the plodding hoards that wander all around me. Therefore, I’ve adamantly committed to never hoard hoards.

To fall is not to fail. To fail is to never fall because I never got up in the first place.

One of the most terrifying questions of all might be, ‘Will I unleash myself to live before death unleashes me from the ability to be unleashed?’ And in retrospect, maybe it’s not the question that’s terrifying. Maybe what’s terrifying is the answer.

The goal of comfort is at the self-same time the abandonment of great accomplishments.

Mediocrity is a path cleared by fear, leveled by apathy and paved by comfort.

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.

Every advancing step I take toward my goal of comfort is yet another retreating step I take away from God's goal of the impossible.