The step that we are on is only a step to the next place, and no step regardless of how massive is ever a destination.

If the road behind me is not growing ever longer, then it is likely that the feet underneath me are not moving any longer. And if my feet are not moving, I have somehow, somewhere traded this most glorious journey for lesser endeavors.

Love is a perpetual journey that is extraordinary because it will never find itself terminated by a destination.

Most journeys are armchair calculations strategically charted in some reclined state that are designed to allow us to embark upon a grand journey without ever leaving the armchair. However, real journeys are absent of furniture.

The road ahead is not some predetermined path that I am forced to trod, but it is a rich byway that I can help create.

Safety is not a destination that we reach for, rather it is a retreat that we escape to. And if our lives are marked by the incessant search for safety, we will live the whole of it going in reverse.