To look to the future and then back to the past and be unable to make neither ‘hide nor hair’ of either suggests that we should begin planning the former so that the latter starts making sense.

The road ahead is not some predetermined path that I am forced to trod, but it is a rich byway that I can help create.

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.

Heaven shows up all the time. But we plan our time so that we show up in other places.

A beginning and an ending suggest the existence of a journey. Remove either and you’ve lost all three.

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

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

Much like life, I can stand at rivers edge and never know anything other than this place, or I can submerge myself in the river and know every place. For the former never moves, but the latter never does not.

There are many paths to take, but there is only one journey to which we are called.