A good day comes. A good day goes. A bad day comes. A bad day goes.

A vision without commitment rests beneath a headstone. Blind optimism flickers out without grit. What lies around every corner cannot be planned.

A different perspective. Not a right one, not a wrong one—just a different one. One I can learn from.

The penguin looked up. As much as he wanted to be on the top of the iceberg the long trek was very unappealing. But when he turned and saw the sea lion, suddenly, it didn’t seem so far. So often it’s not the task, but the why behind it.

From your first impression you made a judgement. And then you voiced it aloud. Only to immediately realize how devoid it was or grace. How alike the behavior was to that of your own.