To intentionally pass on opportunity is to intentionally pass on living.

If something is ugly, it’s likely that it’s only ugly because it’s never been given the opportunity to be beautiful. And never having had that opportunity is likely the ugliest thing of all.

The only time that pain is not opportunity is when we won’t let it be. But even then, it is opportunity even though we have rendered it opportunity missed.

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.

The real crisis in any crisis is not the crisis itself. Rather, it is having missed the opportunities within the crisis.

I can only see life as this most miserable accident that I have been forced to endure simply because I refuse to see it as the most astounding plan that I have been privileged to engage.

If all we see are cinders and ashes, all we see is ‘what was’ at the expense of what the cinders and ashes are preparing to be.

My life is too often driven by the fear of the next moment verses focusing on the privilege that I have the next moment.