Mediocrity is a path cleared by fear, leveled by apathy and paved by comfort.

I might define a ‘journey’ as something that life itself calls me to. And I might then define a ‘trip’ as something I create to avoid a journey by mimicking a journey. And while fear is most certainly part and parcel of both, the latter is emboldened by fear while the former surrenders to it.

By choosing comfort we are in the very same decision choosing to miss every great thing in life, and that thought should be anything but comforting.

Comfort is not a goal that I seek, rather it is a place that I hide.

Every advancing step I take toward my goal of comfort is yet another retreating step I take away from God's goal of the impossible.

If we’re honest, what makes something impossible is not our fear. Rather, it is our indifference.