It’s both ironic and sadistic. We claim to want love. This highly coveted, vulnerable experience of union where we feel unconditionally loved and accepted. Yet we go about it like savages. Even animals don’t do this to each other.
I need more for myself. I know that if I’m going to grow into the person I want to be, then I have to leave. There’s no way around it.
We may not have control of the economy, the job market, or our environment, but we have complete control over who we are as people.
There’s no need to succumb to a life of quiet desperation in which we keep asking ourselves, “What if?” We owe it to ourselves to give attention to those things that pique our curiosity, to rediscover those things that once made our cells come alive, to travel to those places that take our breath away.
Give up what you are, for what you will become.
As a man, there has to be a time when we’re done with the games. We’re done playing.
Anyone with any true strength, conviction, or authority never needs to prove it either verbally or nonverbally. That’s why you’ll find the most genuinely authentic and powerful people tend to be on the reserved side.
Sometimes, life gives us seemingly insurmountable challenges because it wants to evoke something deeper from us.
We project our mental selves into the future so much that we miss the life that is literally right before our very eyes.
You feel that true authority comes from within, and you know that those who try to assert it over others the most actually have the least amount of it.