There are many words and definitions I have never lost. But some I am only just beginning to truly understand.

Pieces. A bit for someone here. A bit there. And sometimes they don't add up to anything whole. But you are so busy dancing. Delivering. You don't have time to notice. Or are afraid to notice. And then one day you have to look. And it's true. All of your pieces fill up other people's holes. But they don't fill your own.

Some things aren't meant to be known. Only believed.

Do certain events in our lives leave a permanent mark, freezing a piece of us in time, and that becomes a touchstone that we measure the rest of our lives against?

We all have a dark place in us. It's what we do with it and the choice we make.

Percentages! Those are for economists, polls, and politicians. Percentages can't define your identity.

... Change doesn't happen overnight-it's molded by people who don't give up