Quotes about Progress

Your ikigai is a work in progress because you are a work in progress. Knowing your ikigai, then, takes patience and insight, and courage, and honesty.

You start with your 1 and then you suspend judgment on what you're doing, because you don't know what you have when you start. When you are constantly judging what you're doing, you aren't here. You aren't present. You are standing outside of your life, looking in, observing. The time for judgement will come at some point, but in the moment, you have only the 1. And then the 2. And then the 3...

We are always in the endless process of figuring out our ikigai. Your ikigai is a web of work and family and play and how you spend your time, what you give your energies to, what you say "yes" to, what you say "no" to, what new challenges you take on, things that come your way that you never wanted or planned for or know what to do with— your ikigai is a work in progress because you are a work in progress.

I AM is less noun, more verb. Less a destination and more a direction.

It is your responsibility to stop listening to voices that hinder your ongoing growth and maturity.

This is a pattern. Something bonded with something like it, and that introduced something new, something more complex, something that previously didn't exist. Something the universe had never seen before. All because of a drive. A drive to bond, to unite, to come together. Where does this drive come from? It comes from within. This

Connection is an engine of creation.

When you do crash and burn, ask yourself lots of questions about whatever it is that happened: What can you learn here? How will you see things differently moving forward? Why did I do that? leads to, What have I learned? leads to, How will I do it differently in the future?

By faithfully working eight hours a day you may eventually get to be boss and work twelve hours a day.

He says the best way out is always through. / And I can agree to that, or in so far / As that I can see no way out but through

Like a piece of ice on a hot stove the poem must ride on its own melting.

No, this is no beginning. Then an end? End is a gloomy word.