Now that I know that I am no wiser than anyone else, does this wisdom make me wiser?
But it's morning. Within my hands is another day. Another day to listen and love and walk and glory. I am here for another day.
There is no place love is not.
It's not that we fear the place of darkness, but that we don't think we are worth the effort to find the place of light.
Perfectionism is slow death.
Next time I will ..." "From now on I will ..." - What makes me think I am wiser today than I will be tomorrow?