My answers are typically ‘guesses’ cleverly disguised as answers.

I want to ‘think’ that I have all the answers. But if I ‘think’, I soon realize that what I thought to be answers were guesses. And if I ‘think’ yet again, I begin to realize that since God has all the answers He never hands me a guess.

Undoubtedly, failure is growth in pain’s disguise.

The problem with wearing a facade is that sooner or later life shows up with a big pair of scissors.

If you can get others to believe that your random guesses are actual answers, they’ll never guess that you never understood the question in the first place.

Maybe consequences are dear friends in stealthy disguise.