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

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.

I often ask to what place I am running, for if I am unable to identify that place it is likely that I am running in a circle of the most circular sort.

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.

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.

Do not confuse trials with failure, as trials speak to the size of the thing to which we have been called and not the difficulties of the journey that are part of getting there.

The best path is the one that’s not there because we are in the process of creating it.

Looking back, I now realize that I left home in search of all the things that were right in the very place I left.