I can rid myself of ‘all of the death’ that is all around me by getting out of the way of all of the things that ‘all of that death’ was attempting to birth within me.

If we have nothing to live for, we have to create something to live for.

It is possible that pain is the thing that tells me that I’m living when I see it as the thing that tells me that I’m dying?

To question the existence of a purpose is to evidence our need for one.

The reason my life has wandered to nowhere is likely due to the fact that the focus of the moment has dictated the destination of my life, when the destination of my life should have been dictating the focus of the moment.

A goal is never a ‘terminus.’ Rather, it is a ‘terminal’ within which the next train is already pulling up.

So might it be that whatever I’ve lost in my life is what creates the space for whatever I’ve yet to gain in my life. Therefore, without loss I am without gain.

Underneath the chaos there stirs a great plan. And it will be birthed only if I give it permission to do so because I have exercised the faith that it’s there.

If life is nothing more than a journey to death, autumn makes sense but spring does not.