Oh that I had the opportunity to rethink so many of my decisions, for the pitfalls into which I have so frequently fallen were often dug with the shovel of those very decisions.

Why is it that we don’t worry about a compass until we’re lost in a wilderness of our own making?

The road from ‘here’ to ‘there’ is a map yet to be written with the pen I hold in my hand.

Due north’ on my compass is largely ‘due’ to the fact that in ‘due’ time I have been ‘unduly’ lax in recalibrating my compass. And I’m apparently ignorant enough to wonder why I’m lost.

It’s not about the elimination of fear. Rather it’s about the elimination of the feeling that the elimination of fear is necessary before we take the next step.

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.

If a goal doesn’t exist, there is no momentum (other than that which is involved in falling down).

It’s not so much about where we’re at, but where we want to go from where we’re at.

I can confidently say that I’m not where I was yesterday. But if I don’t have a clear goal, where I am today is likely an extension of the same ditch.