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.

It’s not that I’ve been invited to the hole I’m standing in. It’s that I accepted the invitation.

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

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

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?

I must never equate the degree of pain as evidencing the incorrectness of a decision, for if I do I will default on some of the most critical decisions I should have ever made.