It’s never what stands around us. Rather, it’s always what resides within us.

I have never walked the broad byways of life without eventually regretting the fact that I foolishly bypassed those slight paths obscured by the tangled overgrowth of life. For in doing so I swapped adventure for apathy.

The road with no signage is the road that has yet to be tamed by men. And as such, it remains a road when all the others have become parking lots.

The restless adventurer within me stands eye-to-eye with the fear that has stepped directly in my path. And the thing I absolutely must not do is to blink first.

It is not the presence of fear that bothers me. Rather, it is the cowardice within me that refuses to face the fear. That is what bothers me.

I think that what fear fears is that we’ll actually take the step.

Any dream that I am absolutely confident I can achieve should immediately be discarded for the simple reason that it is simply too small.

To incessantly blame others for my shortcomings is cowardice borne of fear, fed by fear, and haunted by fear. To be steadfastly accountable for my shortcomings is bravery borne of God, fed by God, and blessed by God.

Bravery without vision is a loose cannon, and vision without bravery is a search for a cannon. But put both together, and you have an armada.