I wonder if the dead, looking down upon us, wish to be mortal one more day.

The person you see standing before you is a small fraction of the whole.

What do parents and their children have in common other than the crucible of their past? Why is it easier to idly chat about the immutable past, instead of actively shaping their inevitable common future?

Because there is no risk in discussing the weight of a rock, but everyone will argue the direction of the wind.

You’re missed everyday.

I’d rather jump off a cliff into the black abyss of the future than be seduced by the siren song of nostalgia and crash on the immutable rocks of the past.

Sometimes I think age isn’t what kills us. The actual cause of death is the crushing weight of all the things we could have been.

Eyes front!

Lean into what you CAN do and what you CAN accomplish. Turn away from things you don’t have, and other unobtainable desires.

Make “looking ahead” your default.

Want the future, not the past.

The future is coming whether or not you’re watching for it. Best to be ready.

We all grow old or die trying.

The wind that blows from the sun across the earth scatters our ashes to the stars.

It’s said sleep is when we process what’s happened to us during the day.

And that death is like sleeping.

So death is when we process what’s happened to us during life.