When we are young, we have no choice. Our imagination is all that we have. There is no past. There is nothing to reminisce. There is nothing to morn. There is nothing to hold on to. But soon, without counsel, we are nudged forward. Forward into experience. Into discovery. Hope. Love. Loss. And all those... Continue Reading →
It is quite telling and interesting to think that solitary confinement, which is to say - alone within your own head, is considered a form of punishment EVEN inside of a prison. Culturally, the prospect of being of being locked alone in a room, with their own minds, is a devastating one. Why is that?
I can almost guarantee that in any given day, you're experiencing everything from mundane to ridiculous; which begs the question...
The only difference between anxiety and excitement is our expectations of what's to follow.
It matters not when you began but if you finished on time. And as soon as you understand this principle, you begin to work backwards.
In a hasty pursuit, the inevitable goal we all seem to want to achieve is fulfillment.
It may very well be true that happiness is not our natural state. With so many ideas, thoughts, circumstances and notions that have the ability to throw us off the course of happiness, perhaps our natural state is something else.
Our greatest challenges reside in our minds. We all have our stories of struggle and our stories of hope. But one thing should strike us clearer than it does and that is the fact that WE are the storytellers, not the struggle nor the hope.
