The Only One Interested In

The Limit Of Your Present Understanding Is Not The Limit Of Your Possibilities.

Who You Really Are, Your True Nature, Is No More Tied To The Kind Of Person You've Been Than The Wind Is Tied To The Skies Through Which It Moves. Your Past Is Just That, The Past, A Place Within Your Psyche With No More Reality To It Than A Picture Of A Castle On A Postcard Is Made From Stone. You Have A Destination Far Beyond Where You Find Yourself Standing Today.

Chasing After A Pleasure To Ease A Pain Is Like Running After A Breeze To Cool You Down.

Discouragement Tricks You Into Mentally Or Emotionally Dwelling In The Very Place You Want To Leave.

A Crisis Is A Close Encounter Of The Third Kind.