A Question Like “do You

I Accept That Today May Be Imperfect... I Accept That I May Be As Well. What I Don't Accept Is That Imperfection Should Be The Crutch I Use To Excuse Myself From Participating In Joy.

Don't Tell Me You're Not Beautiful. You're The Kind Of Beautiful The Blind Would See If We Could Figure Out Some Way To Give Them Three Seconds Of Sight.

I Will Not Stop. I Will Not Slow Down. I Will Not Pull Over To Ask For Directions. I Will Build The Road That Takes Me Where I Want To Be And I Will Drive, Drive, Drive. I Will Drive Until The Vehicle Around Me Breaks Down, Falls Apart And Tumbles Into Useless Debris... And Then I Will Walk.

I Sit Before Flowers 
hoping They Will Train Me In The Art 
of Opening Up

Someone Once Told Me That The Finer Points Of Devotion Are About The Size Of A Pinhole, And There Are Millions Of Them. And If You Could Connect Each Dot, Then You’ve Got A Diagram Of What You Think You Thought You Knew, And If You’re Willing To Admit That You Know Nothing…you Have The Blueprint For A Breakthrough.