If we’ve somehow become convinced that the script we followed ‘yesterday’ can’t be edited, it will be incredibly difficult to tell the difference between ‘yesterday’ and ‘tomorrow’.

The misfortunes of yesterday hold the fortunes of tomorrow.

I don’t want to fear the mess that I’ve made of the past, nor fear the mess that I feel I’ll make of the future. What I want to do is to realize that I stand in a moment between both that is dictated by neither. Therefore, I have the power to heal from the former and change the latter.

We need to let the past be the preparation for the future, not the place that is our future.

It is when an end descends that we either find immense joy in its departure, or we are weighed heavy with grief over the passing of it. But the unrelenting beauty of life is that every new beginning is ingeniously crafted to meet us in either place and flawlessly move us forward from both.

What lays behind the door of tomorrow has been readied by the events of today. But neither will matter if I’m blocking the door.

What does my future hold? All of the stuff that I packed into it yesterday.

Yet, adventure does not posit a firm destination that is abruptly final. How could it, for that is not the nature of adventure. Adventure is adventure because it does not end, which always leaves the question of “what is next” a question.

Sometimes there is no going back and there is no option in not going forward.