One of the most terrifying questions of all might be, ‘Will I unleash myself to live before death unleashes me from the ability to be unleashed?’ And in retrospect, maybe it’s not the question that’s terrifying. Maybe what’s terrifying is the answer.

Sadly, I put my dreams to bed long before they ever had the chance to get tired.

I might define a ‘journey’ as something that life itself calls me to. And I might then define a ‘trip’ as something I create to avoid a journey by mimicking a journey. And while fear is most certainly part and parcel of both, the latter is emboldened by fear while the former surrenders to it.

Every advancing step I take toward my goal of comfort is yet another retreating step I take away from God's goal of the impossible.

The goal of comfort is at the self-same time the abandonment of great accomplishments.

Mediocrity is a path cleared by fear, leveled by apathy and paved by comfort.