The art of becoming an adult is creating a place for child, for the former without the latter leaves us being less than half of what we could be and none of what we were supposed to be.

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.

Pain is the fire that steels the soul to better fight life’s battles and more deeply appreciate its beauty because of the battles. But maybe one of the greatest battles is being willing to live the beauty of this reality.

Our experiences are the building blocks of the future hewn out of the granite of the present.

It is in building the best of our abilities that we ultimately destroy the worst of our liabilities.