In The End, I Worry That My

I Am What The Universe Made Me To Be, My Dear.

She Loved The Teachings Of The Five Visions. Humility. Sacrifice. Seeing Another's Problems Before Your Own. Yet She Was Beginning To Think That She-- Along With Others-- Had Taken This Belief Too Far, Letting Her Desire To Seem Humble Become A Form Of Pride Itself. She Now Saw That When Her Faith Had Become About Clothing Instead Of People, It Had Taken A Wrong Turn.

Better To Be The Failure Who Nobly Strived Than The Success Who Never Really Had To.

Faith Means That It Doesn't Matter What Happens. You Can Trust That Somebody Is Watching. Trust That Somebody Will Make It All Right.

And So, Does The Destination Matter? Or Is It The Path We Take? I Declare That No Accomplishment Has Substance Nearly As Great As The Road Used To Achieve It. We Are Not Creatures Of Destinations. It Is The Journey That Shapes Us. Our Callused Feet, Our Backs Strong From Carrying The Weight Of Our Travels, Our Eyes Open With The Fresh Delight Of Experiences Lived.