We spend far too much time working to get through the moment to understand that life is a collection of moments. And if we don’t come to see the confluence of moments as the fabric of life, we will miss life while living the very moments that were supposed to create it.

To ‘live’ is to realize that without the journey the destination is nothing more than a task rigorously completed rather than an experience riotously lived.

To spend my days regretting what I’m not is to rob me of the energy I need to celebrate who I am.

When will we quit presupposing that we are the master of our existence and finally begin to understand that maybe we’re just supposed to appreciate this existence?