I admire animals, for they don’t question life. Rather, they just live it. And on that rare occasion when I reach that enviable place, I realize that I’ve been living a ‘task’ rather than living a life.

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.

Life is not something to be “done.” Rather, it is something to be “lived.” And to confuse the former with the latter is to squander both.

It’s not dying I’m afraid of. It’s dying without ever having lived that I’m afraid of.

When my vision is numbed by apathy and narrowed by mediocrity, I can stand in the presence of great things and fail to see even the smallest of things.

Life is full of running. The key to a life lived or an existence tolerated is held in the single decision as to the direction in which we will run.

If safety is my goal, living life is not.