Imagination envisions what could be. Reality states what is. And when my journey is shaped by one of these at the exclusion of the other, I will eventually wake up on some road facing the ‘reality’ that I’m far more lost than I could have ‘imagined’.

I must never equate the degree of pain as evidencing the incorrectness of a decision, for if I do I will default on some of the most critical decisions I should have ever made.

Where am I?” you ask. Where you are is where the things you’ve denied worshipping have taken you.

Rights’ are ‘privileges,’ and if I am arrogant enough to demand the former without respecting the latter I will lose both.

We are not typically supporters of some cause for the greater good, although those are the words that we brazenly scrawl across the banners that we energetically wave in this self-serving parade of ours. Rather, behind the glorious pomp of such sacrificial notions, we are in fact supporters of our own greater good. And when we confuse the greater good with our own greater good, we have irrefutably sentenced the greater good to the greatest death imaginable.

Too often we confuse ‘discovering who we are’ with ‘discovering who we want to be.’ And if we commit to the former it will take care of the latter.