It is not what we have, but what we enjoy that constitutes abundance.
If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant; if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome.
I seldom think about my limitations, and they never make me sad.
We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.
Our lives are a sum total of the choices we have made.
“You can never cross the ocean until you have the courage to lose sight of the shore.”
It is not what we have, but what we enjoy that constitutes abundance.
If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant; if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome.
I seldom think about my limitations, and they never make me sad.
We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.
Our lives are a sum total of the choices we have made.
“You can never cross the ocean until you have the courage to lose sight of the shore.”