I feel my fear moving away in rings through time for a million years.
Walking purposefully, in the knowledge that no one with their sleeves rolled up who walks purposefully with a piece of paper held conspicuously in their hand is ever challenged, he set off across the wood and canvas wonderland of Interesting and Instructive Kinematography.
Self-correction makes me check the ruler of my life against the yardstick of my inner voice. I acknowledge when I don’t measure up. Self-correction is an ongoing process. If done often enough, I can stop myself from straying off the path.
What is life but God’s daring invitation to a remarkable journey? And what is human nature but a staunchly inbred tendency toward self-preservation? And because of the rigidly paradoxical nature of these things, the road of life is seldom trod beyond a few scant steps.
You are not what others think you are. You are what God knows you are.
Whomever you truly are… honor that person. No dream was ever realized by disappearing into the shadows of self-deceit and doubt.
A bore or an uggo might manage not to get up anyone’s nose, but if a girl’s got brains and looks and personality, she’s going to piss someone off, somewhere along the way.
I can and I will! Just watch me!
People sometimes get so lost in their own beliefs that they fail to gain truth and understanding. You can’t get the whole picture just by relying on your own perception. Never be afraid of the truth.