Maybe we ought to consider that sometimes the most destructive outcomes in our lives are the ones that we’ve created.

We got where we are because our choices mapped the route and paved the road.

My life is a series of invitations accepted and invitations rejected, and the place I now find myself is often a result of accepting the wrong invitations and rejecting the right ones.

Sometimes consequences are building blocks fashioned of granite when successes are shaped of clay.

We are living out the drama of a pathetic story whose pages are smeared with our own handwriting.

All along, I was less concerned about walking a path of integrity and more caught up in a compass calibrated by greed. And with a compass such as this, how is it that I’m having a hard time understanding why I am where I am?