we live in a society that seems hell bent on scaring us to death, and only Marvel can save us. if you buy into the noise, we’re only two heartbeats from failed health, failed relationships, and financial ruin….
amongst the ordinary, between autonomic breaths and uncounted heartbeats, is our entire story….
our craft, our story – as the expression of our uniqueness and what we inherently strive for as our fully-actualized self – can take a lifetime to realize….
what we want is not what we really want….
i’ve never been a confident man.
i’m sure there’s some elaborate formula that would shed light on the hows and whys: this gene, coupled with that circumstance, those parents, that culture, those schools, those books, that trauma, that success, these friends, those choices, those actions, and that value… multiplied by this belief and that evidence, equals this man?…