Your past is just that, the past, a place within your psyche with no more reality to it then the picture of a castle on a postcard is made from stone.

If any of those times you rushed around madly - trying to get somewhere faster - had ever made any real difference in the quality of your life... don't you think you'd be able to slow down by now?

I am willing to walk toward, and then through, whatever may be seen in the moment as being greater than myself.

Much like the hands of a clock go nowhere fast, anxious thoughts run us round-and-round without taking us anywhere!

The only world in which "defeat" exists as a reality is the one darkened by the false idea that what may have happened to us a moment ago is the same as what's possible for us to achieve now.

Self-pity is the campsite of self-defeat; it is a dark refuge for those parts of us that would rather wallow in what cannot be than dare to explore what is possible.

A whole new kind of spiritual happiness dawns in us as we realize that dark clouds do not ruin sunny skies... they merely pass through them to help us remember our love of the light.