It seems altogether probable that we would live with far greater care if we realized that in living out our day we are in fact writing out our history.

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

I don’t necessarily sit around inviting life to knock me down, but when it does I don’t wait around for an invitation to stand back up either.

The miracle is that the brilliance of the miraculous can live in the blandness of the mundane. The greater miracle is that we have enough brilliance in our own blandness to see it.

If safety is my goal, living life is not.

Instinct is all of our humanity being deliberately honest with all of life.

The more we construct lives that prioritize safety, the bigger the prison we construct around ourselves.

Maybe we ought to consider that sometimes the most destructive outcomes in our lives are the ones that we’ve created.

Our actions in the present build the staircase to the future. The question is whether that staircase is going up or down.