We can only climb the mountains because there’s a valley that makes the mountain a mountain.

That which is possible is only the seedbed for that which is impossible. And therefore, if we neglect to plant liberally we might live lives full of the possible, but we will never hold the harvest of the impossible.

Today is the opportunity that tomorrow is hoping we take advantage of.

Sometimes my successes come quickly and at other times they are terribly slow to arrive. It is not my place to determine the speed at which they arrive or if they arrive at all. My place is to keep forging ahead no matter what.

Calm for too long begs the question of whether we're in an all-out pursuit of life, or we're all-out of the pursuit of life.

To find one’s purpose is to discover one’s worth, discern one’s direction, wholly dedicate oneself to the journey, and forge an unbending determination that I will not leave the world the way I found it. This week's blog outlines the finding of our purpose.

Life is such that beginnings and endings are neither. For in fact, they perpetually lay the groundwork for the other.

There are those critical crossroads when we find ourselves standing facing certain surrender only being certain that we must refuse such a surrender.

Intent without action will leave every word that I use to describe my intent as empty and best never having been said.