Pretend that you believe, even to yourself. Do everything as if you are fearless. Repeat it to yourself so much, that if faith doesn’t come naturally, it comes as a practiced habit.

We fall and from the dirt we rise. From the grime, the mud, the slurry of sweat and blood, again and again, we rise. Each time we think we can’t get up again, we rise.

If the two most important days of your life are the day you are born and the day you find out why... then what do we do with the days in between?

It is truly ironic that a four-hundred tonne aluminium monster floats so effortlessly through the sky, and only the five-year-old thinks to say, "Wow!

The secrets to joy, aren’t secrets at all. They aren’t being whispered. You are just not listening loudly enough to the wisdom of your inner voice.

I am one of 7 billion souls, living on a green planet that flawless orbits a ball of fire, next to a moon that moves the seas. How could I not believe in miracles?

The good news is, no one ever found anything truly amazing without searching. It is the lost who wander, and only the wanderers discover new shores.

You stopped out of fear, or the subconscious assumption that you are immortal, that there will always be time. You promised yourself; Later.

The quest for perfection lead down the dangerous path of procrastination.

If the great ocean herself needs replenishment, what could make you think you don’t?