The need for a solution suggests the existence of a problem. The existence of a problem suggests the presence of a mistake. And a mistake suggests the existence of a less than wise choice that was probably mine.

If I simply look at the map that I’ve so tediously created, it will explain why I’m laying at the bottom of this cliff looking up.

Most of my failures can be ascribed to the fact that I chose that which was ‘easy’ over that which was ‘right’. And while it’s ‘right’ to admit this to myself, it isn’t ‘easy.’ So, which choice am I going to make this time?

Starting over is opportunity informed by failure, which is opportunity made intelligent.

Things that are truly great need nothing from me, and to somehow think that they do speaks to my utter lack of greatness.

I'm in a hole because at some point I found a shovel and started digging. Maybe I should trade my shovels for ladders and start climbing.

I must never equate the degree of pain as evidencing the incorrectness of a decision, for if I do I will default on some of the most critical decisions I should have ever made.

Nearly everyday life leans over and says, ‘Come on down!’ But standing at the bottom looking up, it’s finally dawned on me that it’s not these invitations that have dug this hole. Rather, it’s the fact that I accepted them.

If you can get others to believe that your random guesses are actual answers, they’ll never guess that you never understood the question in the first place.