It’s not enough to watch the great people in our lives and wish ourselves to be like them. Rather, it’s realizing that we need to wish ourselves to be the best version of us. For then, we will be like the people we’ve been watching.

If I had a single wish, I would wish sixty seconds of total depravity upon myself. For one of the greatest gifts of all is to have ‘nothing’ so that I can finally learn how to appreciate ‘everything’.

If I could understand that every ‘reality’ was once a ‘wish’, and that it moved from the latter to the former because someone was committed enough to make it so, I’d be the person that I want verses the person I’ve become.

If there is any evidence that points to the existence of God, it is found in man’s incessant desire to be ‘god’ and his repeated failure to be anything but men who wish to be what they are not.

Quite often ‘wishing upon a star’ is a response to a dream that I’ve surrendered to a wish because it was bigger than me, instead of being a dream that has surrender to my wishes because God was bigger than it.

Despite my incessant desperation, I simply cannot paint the perfect picture within which I would wish to live out my life. And because I cannot, God picked up the brush of love, positioned the canvas of history and painted a manger.

I while away my time wishing I were someone else when simply being me is the most magnificent thing I could ever wish to do.

Any dream that is all contemplation and no initiation is only a wish.

I don’t know if anyone really believes that they’re invincible. Rather, I think that it’s a wish that’s been mistaken for a fact.