By changing nothing, nothing changes. When in doubt, I always have chosen change. All these changes, however, were preceded by chaos, and the bridges I burned, have lit the way.Yet, at what point is choice--the watermark of individual freedom and self-determination that we so cherish--becomes a point of diminishing returns, a "problem" instead of a solution---That is the paradox of choice.
There is no YES, in yesterday, and when you are sailing, you are what you are right there and then. My bizarre travel plans have been dancing lessons from God. As soon as anyone starts telling me to be realistic, I cross that person off my invitation list. We are still friendly but no longer friends because they don’t get IT that if you are not living on the edge, you are taking up too much space.
There is wise and other wise--When my left brain is too good at telling my right brain what to do, I am a normal man, adapting to the world; otherwise I am trying to adapt the world to myself. So all my progress depends on being a paranormal man.
After all, “normal” is the setting on a washing machine-you know the spin cycle-same old, been there done that.Para normal, on the other hand,is an art rather than a science and can't be easily explained or measured.
The test to find whether my Hero’s Journey on earth is finished is simple--If I’m alive, it isn't. Remembering this is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking I have something to lose.. There is no reason not to follow your heart.
