You can accept reality, or you can persist in your purpose until reality accepts you.
Always keep your home presentable, assuming you keep a home for purposes of presentation.
Never ask, "What reason do I have to be happy?" Instead ask, "To what purpose can I attach my happiness?
There is a purpose to our lives that each day tugs at our sleeve as an annoying distraction.
Everything happens for the purpose of what you decide to do about it.
It is the first purpose of hope to make hopelessness bearable.
A blog is a message in a bottle, both in purpose and likely readership.
There is always sufficient reason for despair, but there is never sufficient purpose.
I sit in my garden, gazing upon a beauty that cannot gaze upon itself. And I find sufficient purpose for my day.
We all know them — the unstructured person whose every action seems aimless and the totally organized person whose every action defeats some purpose.
If you don't decide what your life is about, it defaults to what you spend your days doing.
