Sometimes we can only find ourselves by first losing ourselves.

Life is what happens to us while we're planning something else.

We stone our prophets, then build monuments to them after they're gone.

I believe that love is the choice we make to raise ourselves and others to the highest planes of existence.

It's been said that every new beginning in some other beginning's end.

As we walk our individual life journeys, we pick up resentments and hurts, which attach themselves to our souls like burrs clinging to a hiker's socks. These stowaways may seem insignificant at first, but, over time, if we do not occasionally stop and shake them free, the accumulation becomes a burden to our souls.

So often the pain of our life is no more than a reminder to take our hand off the stove.