You see a closed door, I see a window. You see a rejection letter, I see motivation. You see a break-up, I see a situation that will lead me to “the one”. It’s all about perspective.
It doesn’t matter what others say. Were they walking in your shoes while you were getting to where you are? Be proud of where you stand; and if you’re not, keep walking.
I never cared about the difference between the front door or the back door. It only matters what I do now that I’ve gotten inside.
I keep my head up even when the world is pushing me down; I keep faith because I know that things will get better.
When we choose to overlook our own problems to help others, we light the way to solutions built in community.
Those who seek to understand before they speak, question before they act and speak to shine a light in the darkness will change the world.
If imagination can give you wings, curiosity can provide the flight plan and bravery can give you the destination to the world you wish to create.
I smile for me because I know that if I want things around me to change, the change must begin with me.
I had a conversation with a colleague on the elevator the other day, the usual catch-up, “how was your weekend” thing. I said the usual, “the weekend was too short”. He said his was simple. That answer stuck with me. Most times, the answer you’d hear would be like mine: “too short” or “lazy” or “busy” or “fun”. His answer of “simple” made me think: “shouldn’t there be more simplicity in life?” I say yes. We spend far too much time complicating matters by trying to see what’s not there, doing what we shouldn’t or would rather not, or just putting ourselves out for no real reason. Why must we always choose what is pretty much guaranteed to cause us trouble? Why must we always work towards what everyone else says we should work towards? We have increasingly become a society of square pegs trying desperately to fit the circular holes in the range of life. Why is individuality good for some not all? When did we decide it was a good thing for misery to be a consistent part of the landscape? When will we wake up to doing things just for the pleasure of it, for the growing experience, to see where it takes us? Why can’t life be as simple as it should be?
I gained my beauty from the scars.