There’s not much that I can find in places where there is nothing to find. However, to avoid facing God I find myself spending a lot of time in those very places.

To run from reality is to avoid the very thing that our dreams are made of.

In our frenzied attempts to catch up with life, we run right past it. Once we have run past it, what we are in reality attempting to catch is ourselves.

In reality, how far can I run from that which I fear if that which I fear is based on that which I think? With that said, maybe it’s more about running ‘from’ the way I currently think and running ‘to’ the way I should think.

I spend a tremendous amount of time carefully choosing the roles I wish to play so that I can run from the role I was born to play. And if I keep on doing that, I will eventually set foot in my grave never having set foot on the stage.

How often have I painted a splendid picture of a journey marked by courageous ascents and daring desert crossings when all along all I’ve really been doing is running?

Too often passion is actually flight in disguise and therefore nothing of passion at all.

Have we ever thought that being lost is our destination?

I’ve heard it said that it’s much easier to run ‘from’ life. That might be true, until we come to the realization that where we’re running ‘to’ will eventually be a whole lot worse than what we’re running ‘from.’ And as for any other places to which we might be able to run, every one of them will always fall into one of these two categories.