More and Less

The path will still be here tomorrow.

Sit down and enjoy the dew. And the scent of the wet leaves and damp earth.

Those will be gone by afternoon.

On finding balance...

On finding balance between knowing today could be my last.
And the likelihood that it is not:

I set goals of kindness, not of accomplishments. But find joy in individual actions; the puzzle pieces that, if I live long enough, will make a whole.

Because with each passing day, my likelihood changes.

One Billion Dollars

Every human needs to have a need.

Something to shoot for.

For most, those needs are temporal. Mundane.

They keep us busy from birth until we die.

For others, needs must be created.

If you had one billion dollars, what needs would your create for yourself?

Now forget the money.

This is a good place to begin your life.

Through Darkness

It's not that you can't see light in the dark. In fact, in the darkness, it's easiest to see light. But creating light in the midst of darkness usually means that first, there is abject darkness. It's during that abject darkness that we rely on our other senses to guide us to the source of the light. 

We stand still. We listen. We feel. We sense. And eventually we find the candle and a match.

Time

Time.

Fleeting, but it's all we've got.

Be Careful

Be Careful.

Two of the most insidious, demoralizing, soul-crushing words in the English language. They are manifestations of the speaker's own anxieties and failures and teach us to fear the unknown. It is a transference of a type of neurosis, however well-intended.

Next time someone says: "Be Careful!" Ask, "Of what?"

Two Sides to the Same Coin

As I cast off many of the excess exertions with which I've gotten myself engaged, those that don't feed my soul or bring me closer to my dreams, and exchange them for those that do, I am simultaneously faced with the prospect of adding the one immense commitment to my roster that, once engaged, is not so easily cast off.

There's a difference between the hesitancy of deep, soulish reservation and the hesitancy of seriousness, of commitment and soberness. I've experienced them both in my lifetime and know well the difference, though they often look and feel very similar. The reservation looks the same from the outside. But it's the quiet, still times that help me know the difference; to feel the instinctual pull that separates the hesitancy of knowing what's not right for me from the hesitancy of correct destiny.

Courage is nothing without fear.