When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left and could say, I used everything you gave me.
 Remember that not getting what you want is sometimes a wonderful stroke of luck.
Dreaming, after all, is a form of planning. XD
The question isn't who is going to let me; it's who is going to stop me.
Just keep coming home to yourself, you are the one who you've been waiting for.