As you know, I write on the stuff that matters. The issues, fears, and desires of humans. The practical and the feeling.
As I sit on my couch pounding letters into a machine, I almost feel like I'm missing the message myself. The moments and memories and mile markers.
Life is not about ordinary or predictable. It's not about worry or relevance. And it's not about pretending we don't know this already. We move and move like a world without seasons. Addicted to busy and bustle and happiness treason.
It's almost as if we're chasing the wrong answer only to realize our poor judgement a lifetime too late.
Life is about living.
To be special and daring. To rage in spontaneity and not care about schedules. Life is about travel and hugging and watching babies crawl up stairs for the very first time.
So let me tell you some truth. Words that have more meaning than resumes and portfolios.
Jump off a cliff into a lake or a river. Buy that plane ticket you talk about while you're drinking. Tell people how you feel and quit working for the company you hate. Open your eyes to what life has always been about. It's one only word. Live.
And you can start here.
What's keeping you from living? What will you commit to start doing? Let me know in the comments below.