Procrastinatio n is the thief of dreams

There are two kinds of suffering in this life. That which pursues us and that which we doggedly pursue.

There are two kinds of people. Those who climb mountains and those who sit in the shadow of the mountains and critique the climbers.

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.

I have come to believe that we do not walk alone in this life. There are others, fellow sojourners, whose journeys are interwoven with ours in seemingly random patterns, yet, in the end, have been carefully placed to reveal a remarkable tapestry. I believe God is the weaver at that loom.

The further along we get on our life journey the more we wonder about those who traveled before us and paved the road.

Life is the soil, our choices and actions the sun and rain, but our dreams are the seeds.