Lately, 'community' has become a buzz word of sorts. Everyone seems to be talking about building community. However, as we all differ, our needs from our communities do too.

If you cannot treat yourself with kindness, how can you be sure what you extend to others is kindness.

I suppose this is often why people say not to share your aspirations with others. In so doing, you invite their doubts, anxieties and fears into your world.

A place filled with wonder and revelations. Things are, but they also could be.

Watch your thoughts, be mindful of the disabilities your words are creating.

Novelty is rare, once it has been experienced, it seizes to be novel and that is life.

I would like to preface this thought by saying that this thought more experiential and opinion based than it is formally research based.

To life is to suffer, a terminal illness awarded at birth.

The harder you try, the less relaxed you feel.

The world is full of warm and kind people. That is the world I choose to believe in.

Our attention and presence are finite, there simply is no such thing as unrealistic.

For those of you that read, and think that 12 books a year is nothing, I would like you to consider that perhaps, not everyone reads.

Are we all sitting somewhere on the spectrum of schizophrenia?

So, today's observation is, maybe, don't try too hard.

Have we so quickly given up on trying to define what a good life is? 

However, nothing new ever came from following the same path but, discovery lies on the unfamiliar path.

Because I know I am not incapable of change, I know all hope is not lost. Because I know all hope is not lost, I know I am capable of making a plan. Because I know I am capable of planning, I know in time, success is the only option.