We All Arrive On Earth

As We Walk Our Individual Life Journeys, We Pick Up Resentments And Hurts, Which Attach Themselves To Our Souls Like Burrs Clinging To A Hiker's Socks. These Stowaways May Seem Insignificant At First, But, Over Time, If We Do Not Occasionally Stop And Shake Them Free, The Accumulation Becomes A Burden To Our Souls.

I Don't Think It Is As Much A Human Foible As It Is A Human Curse That We Cannot Understand The Beauty Of A Thing Until It Is Gone.

Commitment To A Plan Or Thought Carries With It A Force That Can Influence The Unconscious Mind And Bring About The Desired Effect. In Other Words, Once We Decide To Have Something, The Mind Unconsciously Begins To Create The Reality Necessary To Bring To Pass What We Desire.

We Plan Our Lives In Long, Unbroken Stretches That Intersect Our Dreams The Way Highways Connect The City Dots On A Road Map. But In The End We Learn That Life Is Lived In The Side Roads, Alleys, And Detours.

It Has Been A Mistake Living My Life In The Past. One Cannot Ride A Horse Backwards And Still Hold Its Reins.