It Is A Paradox That As We

As We Reach Midlife In The Middle Thirties Or Early Forties, We Are Not Prepared For The Idea That Time Can Run Out On Us, Or For The Startling Truth That If We Don't Hurry To Pursue Our Own Definition Of A Meaningful Existence, Life Can Become A Repetition Of Trivial Maintenance Duties.

Would That There Were An Award For People Who Come To Understand The Concept Of Enough. Good Enough. Successful Enough. Thin Enough. Rich Enough. Socially Responsible Enough. When You Have Self-respect, You Have Enough.

Adolescents Are Like Cockroaches: They Come Out The Minute You Leave Town, Crawl The Walls, Feed Indiscriminately, Reproduce Alarmingly Unless Drugged, And Will Certainly Outlast You.

Growth Demands A Temporary Surrender Of Security.

Transformation Also Means Looking For Ways To Stop Pushing Yourself So Hard Professionally Or Inviting So Much Stress.