Ignorance might be bliss, but it also has teeth.

The worst denial of all is being in denial that we’re in denial in the first place. And I would wonder if that’s not exactly where most of us live out most of our lives.

I would like to say that I’m sacrificial. But am I sacrificial enough to acknowledge the fact that I’m not?

To be alone with myself in the space of silence is horrifying, for I know with the utmost certainty that in that space I will hear the very things that I constantly use the clamor to drown out. And so the question becomes, how long can I keep up all the noise?

To recklessly excuse a failure is to believe that I’ve effectively erased it from the story of my life, when I’ve actually imprinted it in indelible ink.

Most often, what I don’t know will have a vastly greater bearing on my life that what I do know.