As we stare down another Fourth of July, I’ve been pondering what it means to be an American on this holiday.
Mistakes make us better people, if we recognize them for the learning tools they are.
It is we who have to step up to the plate, we who need to support and care for one another, we who must answer the hard call to practice compassion when so many are turning inward toward selfishness.
I wish to have the kind of life that will make an inspiring eulogy.
Perhaps in our pursuit of more and stronger and faster and better, we forgot what makes life worth living in the first place.
It is you who must ultimately decide, is what you’re doing adding value to your life? Or is it just distracting you from what would actually be fulfilling?