Running’ is driven by panic. ‘Destination’ is driven by thought. And while it’s terribly painful to admit, incessantly pretending that I do the latter doesn’t replace the fact that I’m constantly doing the former.

What's the purpose in all of this if there's not a purpose in all of this?

The statement “this is all the farther I can go” is in fact code for “this is all the farther I’m willing to go.” And if I want to go nowhere in life, all I have to do is keep confusing these two statements.

Any dream that is all contemplation and no initiation is only a wish.

While real sacrifice is committed to the result, it relishes the effort

Being hurried sacrifices the journey for the sake of the goal. But have I stopped to think that achieving the goal is but a moment in time while the journey is made up of a million moments?

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.

To assume that I can even begin to chart a ‘straight’ path is probably the best way I can take myself ‘straight’ to the very place I don’t want to go.

In reality, the goal is not the ‘destination’ of the journey. Rather, the goal is the ‘summation’ of the journey. Therefore, if I’ve not paid attention to the journey have I achieved the goal at all?