Years ago, when looking for land to build on in Queenstown, I thought it would be great to live on the lake. It was a later decision to buy land in the country.
If I hadn’t bought in the country it’s unlikely my daughters would have found what appears to be their absolute passion, riding ponies.
Meeting your twin soul, making a lifelong friend, picking a rewarding career path… all of these things have a huge component of luck.
Perhaps, being aware of the importance of luck, we can be better attuned to spot it and act upon it.
Because luck needs help.
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.