We’re not all lucky with everything we do. Jocko is lucky. I am lucky. But some of his friends didn’t make it back from war.
I can tell you one thing—healing feels like hell. But feeling like you’re in the middle of a hurricane is better than dragging yourself through the overcast every day for years on end.
You are not worth less in the moments when you feel worthless. At your very lowest point, God still loves you.
We cannot be truly alive without maintaining an awareness of death. Death is not waiting for us at the end of a long road. Death is always with us, in the marrow of every passing moment.
To marvel at, explicitly. To worship, overtly. To raise my gaze upwards when I look to you, but to not stop there, to go even further – and to do it, ever – so proudly.
There will be plenty of time later on for engagement shoots and newborns; use your precious time now to travel, conquer fears, and pick up new hobbies
I’m slowly learning to let things end because some things are not meant to last forever. Some things only last for a little while. Some people are just here to teach us a lesson and then leave.
Whatever it is, the question is, will we always stick around, feeling stuck, anticipating life?
Learn how to deal with stress. That’s the path to freedom. Not the other way around.
Don’t apologize for asking for closure. It’s not a crime. It’s not too needy. It’s not too crazy. It’s your right.