How often have I painted a splendid picture of a journey marked by courageous ascents and daring desert crossings when all along all I’ve really been doing is running?

Too often passion is actually flight in disguise and therefore nothing of passion at all.

Have we ever thought that being lost is our destination?

Tomorrow will be a culmination of all my today’s, not an escape from them.

I’ve heard it said that it’s much easier to run ‘from’ life. That might be true, until we come to the realization that where we’re running ‘to’ will eventually be a whole lot worse than what we’re running ‘from.’ And as for any other places to which we might be able to run, every one of them will always fall into one of these two categories.

Whenever I’ve ‘jumped ship,’ I rarely ever land in the water. Rather, I tend to land on another ship that’s in just about as much trouble as the one I just jumped off of.

Of course I can run, but what I’m running from is the reality that I can’t run.

Too often what we’ve defined as our calling is in fact the strategy that we have crafted as a means of running from our calling.

It takes far more energy to flee from that which I fear than it does to engage that which I fear. So much for energy conservation.