It takes but a handful of words to ambush my soul with hope. Yet, the vexing question in it all is why do I so often ambush the words?
Without exaggerating the point, the difference between ‘what I should do’ verses ‘what I want to do’ is quite frankly the difference between success and failure.
We equate wisdom with intelligence, which is about the same as equating a can opener with a can. If you don’t apply the first to the second, neither of them matter.
Most often, what I don’t know will have a vastly greater bearing on my life that what I do know.
Today is non-refundable. Therefore, I’d better live it in a manner that a refund is unnecessary.
Has my life been cheated by the shortness of the time afforded me, or is it possible that the greater part of my life has been saved for a time where there is no time?
