Such a simple concept, yet so true: that which we manifest is before us; we are the creators of our own destiny. Be it through intention or ignorance, our successes and our failures have been brought on by none other than ourselves.
It makes one realize that the physicality of our world is a boundary to us only if our will is weak; a true champion can accomplish things that a normal person would think impossible.
The race is long. It is better to drive within oneself and finish the race behind the others than it is to drive too hard and crash.
That which is around me does not affect my mood; my mood affects that which is around me.
The true hero is flawed. The true test of a champion is not whether he can triumph, but whether he can overcome obstacles—preferably of his own making—in order to triumph. A hero without a flaw is of no interest to an audience or to the universe, which, after all, is based on conflict and opposition, the irresistible force meeting the unmovable object.
“There is no dishonor in losing the race,” Don said. “There is only dishonor in not racing because you are afraid to lose.”
Learn to listen! I beg of you. Pretend you are a dog like me and listen to other people rather than steal their stories.
Because memory is time folding back on itself. To remember is to disengage from the present.
Your car goes where your eyes go. Simply another way of saying that which you manifest is before you.
To live every day as if it had been stolen from death, that is how I would like to live. To feel the joy of life, as Eve felt the joy of life. To separate oneself from the burden, the angst, the anguish that we all encounter every day. To say I am alive, I am wonderful, I am. That is something to aspire to. When I am a person, that is how I will live my life.