Conscious is in effect the gift of living coherently and yet we do not watch ourselves, our steps, our thoughts or hearts and its as if an eagle was given great big amazing wings and kept waddling around on little feet…

We so often reject information about ourselves without even knowing we are rejecting it. To truly be alive means to fail and without accepting that notion, we will always be blind to much of our real life. Whats worse is that we can’t actually learn if we deny our own humanity and its nature of imperfection…

We beat ourselves up too much. The strain is unconfined and relentless as life spills on. But there is a way to always have the upper hand as we can always…

We are expected to be confident but then we are told so by people who are more confident than we. But crazy people are over confident and yet we must not question confidence because it shimmers with greatness? Something smells well wrapped and awfully shitty…

Too often we make our expectations the only acceptable outcome for something good. The truly amazing things in life are those that change us, and chaos changes us…