Set goals, daily, weekly, monthly and yearly. Work towards these goals, and set them high, and allow for adjustments to life's unpredictability. Work hard, but allow yourself to do nothing at times. Find the time to just be alone with yourself and meditate or just be.

If only love could cure illness, heartache, poverty, or loss. Or, if everyone actually cared, took the time to go out of their way for someone, touch one life, how amazing the world could be.

Love is the hardest thing to describe, easiest thing felt, most wanted, fragile, life-changing phenomenon. It seems to be easier to give than receive. It can be expressed in so many ways but we find it in all the wrong places. Why does it seem we want it to be difficult, we want it to be laced in tragedy before it's worthy of us. Why do have this ever constant need to define our own path to our heart.

Sometimes the best gifts in life are the lessons you allow yourself to learn, the hurt you allow yourself to forgive, the strength you give yourself to move past it, and the joy in knowing you had it in you all along

When people look back on my life the one and only honor I can hope for is respect. That even though someone may not have agreed with me, lived by the same moral codes, or strove for similar goals, I was still human, and always allowed myself to be, I never pretended to be something to please people, hurt someone intentionally, or betrayed someone I cared for.

Sometimes you have to find the strength to forgive someone every time you think of them. It might get easier over time, but you have to allow the emotions to wash over you. It's almost like mourning the loss of someone who never passed.