I want what I want! And I want to find what I want in the exact place, at exact time that I want it to be there. And maybe that’s why so many of us go ‘wanting’.

If my heart is set on pursuing real treasures, my mind must be fixed solely on the privilege of enjoying them and freed of the obsession of owning them.

Real treasure is not about what we found. Rather, it’s about the fact that we finally found it.

We live with this tortured feeling that we must create that which in reality we have the privilege of finding.

Paradise is not something that we create. Rather, it is something that we find.

To embrace the message of Christmas is to throw off my hedonistic rebellion and bow before the chafing reality that I can't save myself, and in that very act to be suddenly taken aback in that I've stumbled upon the very freedom I've longed for in the very place I'd least expected it.

If you haven’t figured it out yet, an absolutely certain way to lose something as quickly as possible is to forget the privilege you have to possess it in the first place.

If we’re missing life it’s probably because we’re expecting it to reveal itself to us, rather than realizing that life is revealed by us looking for it.

To be found is to be exposed. No wonder so many of us are still lost.