Sadly, in too many cases surrender is having been ‘outrun’ by fear rather than having ‘run out’ of heart.

Certainly, I can choose to live in isolation. But therein lays the great rub; in doing so I have in reality chosen not to live.

If I’m perplexed by the fact that I’m constantly lost, maybe somewhere in my head I’ve determined that being lost serves a greater purpose than being found.

The dark might be dark, but at least we don’t have to look at ourselves when we’re standing in it.

Fear left unrestrained always leaves us running ‘from’ something. Fear harnessed compels us to run ‘to’ something. And fear denied leaves us running in circles.

Safety is not a destination that we reach for, rather it is a retreat that we escape to. And if our lives are marked by the incessant search for safety, we will live the whole of it going in reverse.

Comfort is a stance of avoidance rather than the pursuit of excellence.

What I’ve deemed as impossible is more the fiction I’ve created to avoid the failure I fear.

Undoubtedly, our weariness is not based on the fact that we’re running. Rather, our weariness is all too frequently based on the fact that many of the things that we’re running from are the very things we should be running to.