Progress is a compass, Identifying location.

The two most important days in our lives are when we are born and when we find our vocation.

It's no surprise you'll feel lucky sleeping in clovers.

Time should be like money, completely spent on what we wanted when it's over.

Where you're standing, do the butterflies circle you like you're part of the flutter?

There comes a day when our passions pass through our souls with such smooth grace like butter.

I would argue that where there is sustained struggle there is misplacement.

The best passions absorb us in a time freezing, effortless encasement.

That was me today, I put my wand down with no recollection of what I'd just done.  

So I wrote this for the chance I could help someone.

I had a feeling that I belong.

I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone.