Despite my frustration, the things that I’ve leaned on that are lying on the same ground that I am did not choose me. Rather, I chose them. Therefore, I chose the ground because I chose what couldn't keep me from being any place else.

Why am I always lost in the woods?” I yell at the top of my voice! And if I choose to settle down for a moment and be honest with myself, I’ll rather reluctantly admit that I drew the map.

If life is nothing more than a journey to death, autumn makes sense but spring does not.

After digging a thousand wells of my own and stumbling upon a thousand others dug by the hands of thirsty men, I have yet to realize that the only well that can satiate every thirst is the one that men will never dig.

Discouragement is the cancer of great things.