Commitment to a plan or thought carries with it a force that can influence the unconscious mind and bring about the desired effect. In other words, once we decide to have something, the mind unconsciously begins to create the reality necessary to bring to pass what we desire.
Love never gives in or up, holding tight to lofty ideals that transcend this earth and time, while its counterfeit simply concludes it was mistaken and quickly runs off to find the next real thing.
Everyone has some inner power that awaits discovery.
The sin of the desert is knowing where the water is and not sharing it.
I don’t want to go to Peru. “How do you know? You’ve never been there.” I’ve never been to hell either and I’m pretty sure I don’t want to go there.
Life is what happens to us while we’re planning something else.
Psychologists tested the story of the Good Samaritan. What they learned gives us reason to pause. The greatest determinant of who stopped to help the stranger in need was not compassion, morality, or religious creed. It was those who had the time. Makes me wonder if I have time to do good.
I have a penchant for fresh notebooks and mechanical pencils. It seems every time I go to the store, I buy a new notebook. I have dozens of them just sitting around.
Often times, the greatest peace comes of surrender.
People aren’t wired to be alone. Even in the stressful population of prison, solitary confinement is still considered a cruel punishment.
I’m a humble guy, okay?
I am a believer in angels, though not the picture-book kind with wings and harps. Such angelic accoutrements seem as nonsensical to me as devils sporting horns and carrying pitchforks. To me, angel wings are merely symbolic of their role as divine messengers.
When a man loses his vision of the future he dies.
There can be no joy without gratitude.
The first step of a journey is always the longest.
The concept of spiritual healing was something I was raised with.
Procrastination is the thief of dreams.
It’s a shame that humans don’t come with reset buttons.
We’re all moons. Sometimes our dark sides overshadow our light.
I suppose I have an active imagination, and writing allows me to live it out.