You’d think we’re never going to die, the way we cower and second-guess and fret over each little action. We act like what we do today will forever alter the flow of creation, of time, of space. Every move is vital. Each little event could upset the delicate balance. Everything is of paramount importance.

The more we try to eliminate the negatives in life, the more we consequently eliminate the positives.

Nobody’s out to get that beetle... but nobody’s watching where they’re stepping, either.

Modern society has tried very hard to be safe and secure, to keep us in the soft and protected center of our experience spectrum, and away from the perilous edges. The problem is that the edges are where all of the really good stuff is.

That’s the center of our own galaxy – a gigantic pinwheel circling a supermassive black hole like floating detritus around the vortex of a flushing toilet. There’s.

But if you think your deadline is real, go out in the woods and get a grizzly bear to chase you. Which of your pressing concerns seems more real now?

If you do nothing, you are nothing. If someone could pluck you from existence and nothing would change, you’ve failed.

If you want to be or to have that next great thing, be it. Have it. Take it. Own it. Do it. Become it.

Want to honor the departed? Then celebrate their lives.

Stop waiting for permission to be epic.