Remember the only rule: that there really are no rules. Freedom is uncertainty. Freedom is the questions. Freedom is the open road, all exits yours for the taking, as you whirl on by them toward the abyss, your trail of fire blazing.
As a teen, I survived a very personal war. The two opponents of this war were equally powerful forces: mind vs. body. It was an inner battle that raged night and day, interrupting my life in ways I’d never wanted or wished for, wreaking havoc on nearly every aspect of daily routine with ...
Books were made from the same substance of dreams, I was sure. They were clouds of creation and color, with moods and creatures and characters to adore. They were companions and friends with worn out pages that mimicked hands, reaching out for mine. Whether I was happy or sad, courageous or ...
It’s really quite simple: when I rise with the sun and set these intentions, I have the capacity to become the most superhuman version of my dreaming and doing self.