Lakes don’t care if you like them or not.
And regardless of whether you do they continue being a lake and doing their thing.
The point is, people’s opinions of anything, you included, are rather irrelevant.
So perhaps we should be like the lake and keep on laking…
(This truth holds for 99.9% of things in existence, it’s just us humans who seem to care.)
One of the greatest lies we tell ourselves is that we’re falling behind. That someone else is ahead.
As a young man I associated strength with force; louder voices, sharper opinions, firm lines in the sand.
There’s a strange kind of pride we’ve developed in being exhausted. But even lions, the king of the jungle, rest.
I can't remember a time in my life when I didn't have ambition.
We sometimes believe strength means self-sufficiency — that being independent means being isolated.
We often try to outrun the storm, emotionally, physically, spiritually.
We’re entering an age where machines do our thinking before we’ve even had a chance to try.
In church the other day, the pastor gave a sermon that really stuck with me. He talked about two people.