I approach “lack” like an illusory jail.  Whining-or never progressing beyond empty talk-assures my eternal imprisonment. One way to see through the illusion is by being grateful for what I DO have.  Another way is to manifest an escape through applied creativity and focus.  In a world of imaginary locks, those practices provide all-too-real keys.

Sanity is a relative term.  I find that when the world goes crazy, it’s useful to be able to go crazy right along with it.  In the long run, it helps me stay sensible.

There’s no 100% proof of any religion/philosophy.  No way to prove that the Universe wasn’t made a second ago, with all memories/evidence of a longer past in place.  In light of this fundamental uncertainty, there’s only one truth I’ve become sure of: I’ve become sure that I must figure things out for myself and endlessly…

A few are enslaved by the monster inside, most deny that there is one.  I think the healthy thing is to look it square in the face and acknowledge it.  Respect it.  Be friends with it. Firstly, to better keep an eye on it.  Secondly, because you never know when you might need it.

I’ve rested on many laurels:  Military/veteran/writer/spiritualist/warrior (this one is used so much many can’t even define it)…etc.  While it’s great to pat my own back (5 minute time limit) or have a nice meal after an accomplishment, I have seen the danger of wallowing in certificates/titles/accomplishments (We all know what happened to Rome).  Now my…