“The work that hurts you less than it hurts others is the work you were made to do.”

You do not rise to the level of your goals. You fall to the level of your systems.

A habit is a routine or behavior that is performed regularly—and, in many cases, automatically.

Until you make the unconscious conscious, it will direct your life and you will call it fate.

Your behaviors are usually a reflection of your identity.

Being motivated and curious counts for more than being smart because it leads to action.

At some point, everyone faces the same challenge on the journey of self-improvement: you have to fall in love with boredom.

Research has shown that once a person believes in a particular aspect of their identity, they are more likely to act in alignment with that belief.

A genius is not born, but is educated and trained.

I didn’t start out as a writer. I became one through my habits.

Being specific about what you want and how you will achieve it helps you say no to things that derail progress, distract your attention, and pull you off course.

The first mistake is never the one that ruins you. It’s the spiral of repeated mistakes that follows.

But perhaps the best way to measure your progress is with a habit tracker.

You should be far more concerned with your current trajectory than with your current results.

A very small shift in direction can lead to a very meaningful change in destination.

Professionals stick to the schedule; amateurs let life get in the way.

Men are born soft and supple; dead, they are stiff and hard. Plants are born tender and pliant; dead, they are brittle and dry. Thus whoever is stiff and inflexible is a disciple of death.

Some people are homeless not because they don’t have a roof over their head. but because they’re no more with the people they used to call their home.

I stayed up with the moon again – She always listens to my cries.

Travel isn’t always pretty. It isn’t always comfortable. Sometimes it hurts, it even breaks your heart. But that’s okay. The journey changes you; it should change you.

This love is soaked in alchemy, our leaden hearts broken by aching pasts have transformed into gold. I never knew love had the power to do so.

I have mastered the art of smiling when all I want to do is scream.

Tell me you are not aching, tell me you’re pretending.

My grief screams. It screams to be free. For too long it has been trapped in me.

It hurt when you see peers go.