Progress is the process and completion is the goal. Sometimes quitting is progress.
Love breaks your heart so it can be knit into something better.
If life is a test, then what are the right answers?
I keep imprisoning myself. How can I get free?
What if instead of living from fear, we tried learning from it?
I finally knew where I was going, so why was the road so dark?
I desperately wanted to be rescued, but I had to fall before I could see that my rescuer had been with me the whole time.
Instead of fighting our fear, what if we gave it a useful purpose instead?
We all know how it ends, so who do we want to be when we get there?