I'd love to the see the numbers on how many people were shaped by the words created by cliches. Blessed are the believers is the one that totally knocks me off balance. Those who truly walk and activate the path know that being on it means judgement ridicule and other sharp jagged stones tossed onto the fire still burning. Blessed is the opportunity to learn from the lessons not win the lottery. But how many blessed moments go unrecognized and or are set aside because the pain of having to deal with the storm was greater? Building the path requires the stones from multiple mountains. Rocks that are easily replaced and some heavier than the last. How do you keep pushing forward?