If you somehow believe that you can free yourself from yourself, you will spend the rest of your life decorating the prison cell that you’ve been living in all of your life.

There are few things worse than wasting away in a prison that I myself constructed with such ignorance that I am helpless to escape my own construction.

It is not the chains of some tyrant that robs us of freedom. Rather, it is the staleness of our attitude.

I live locked in the prison of my negative attitude. And despite the impenetrable walls that loom above me and about me, freedom is mine should I choose it. For the key of thankfulness will effortlessly open every door in every wall in every place like this one.

I am thankful that I can be thankful, for if thankfulness did not exist my heart would be irretrievably imprisoned by the crazed twins of acquisition and possession, and my soul would exist as a forever slave to greed.

To look beyond our horizons is to acknowledge that we’ve hemmed ourselves in by creating them in the first place.

The more we construct lives that prioritize safety, the bigger the prison we construct around ourselves.

Is it possible that my walls are specifically erected and intentionally reinforced out of the fear that God calls me to an existence without walls? And if this is so, do I realize that I am the warden of prison that I created in which I myself am the prisoner?

Every wall that I build to lock the world out is yet another wall that I’ve built that locks me in. And in the most heinous kind of imprisonment imaginable, I find that I have become both warden and inmate.