There is a time when we have to trust that the next leap over the edge could bring us that much closer to flying.

We cannot plan for possibilities. We can only live them one moment at a time.

I’m also tired of the ‘fuck first/love later’ model that is so prevalent. We are told in The Book of the Law to "take your fill and will of love" … not take your fill and will of fucking whatever the hell moves and then toss it to the side when it no longer puts out or times get a bit rough or there are bills that no-one really wants to pay. Love under will has to be the foundation of all things that are solid and healthy. Not some flaky tree-hugger, white-lighter new age-y love, but a strong, grounded, passionate love that is capable of weathering both honesty and change.

If we are afraid of facing a partner as much as we are afraid of facing a mirror, then we have no business entering into any relationship at all. And, right this minute, that’s my fear: when I look in the mirror, I’m not sure yet that I like what I see. But I’m getting there. It’s just that no matter my moral high ground I’ve tried to maintain, I’ve had to become a monster to win a war I couldn’t afford to lose. Can I stop now that it’s almost over? Can I be the man I believe myself to be? Can I be a healthy partner to someone who is so amazingly beautiful in every way that I already wish to break all the rules I made to protect myself from ending up in the past again? What if I screw up? What if I can’t put the bitterness down? What if I am rejected? What if …?

We are the sum of those with whom we surround ourselves. I trust that I have an incredible group of people, both online and offline, that are colors in the masterpiece that I wish my life to reflect right now. I’m surrounded by people who love life. And I hope that I can measure up to and regain my own ability to love life as passionately as those with whom I have surrounded myself. And I hope that I can share that love of life with someone that I feel deserves that in return.

There is a direct relationship between building trust in someone and exploring desire for someone.

Life is a scaffolding of possibilities. Or, as someone said to me recently, life is always a perhaps. Perhaps we succeed. Perhaps we fail. Perhaps we get a second kiss. Perhaps we fall in love. Perhaps we have children. Perhaps we lose our way. Perhaps we die before we see anything more than possibilities. Perhaps we actually do something with our life of possibilities. Wouldn’t that be grand?! Life is a scaffolding of possibilities. It is a framework in which we exist. We cannot plan for possibilities. We can only live them one moment at a time.

I so desperately want to dive head first into the pool. But if I don’t exhibit patience and wait for it to finish filling up with water, then I’ll miss the opportunity to swim in the deep end. However neat the kiddie pool, there’s nothing like diving in the deep end over and over again to feel the rush of water and force surround my body and exhilarate my senses.

There are some who disclaim their mediocrity only to show it in their behavior. But exceptionally dull is still dull and that’s still mediocre no matter how much you polish it.

We’re losing the ability to communicate because communication gets in the way.

It is not enough to weave incantations of the mind into words and wisdoms. It is only what you do after the spells and stories have faded into oblivion that matters.

Mediocrity wins by sheer ignorance of its own consequences.

We do not tell myths and legends to teach children about monsters. They know of those well enough from the womb. But we tell myths and legends to teach that monsters can be beaten to a bloody pulp even by children.

Indeed, a guarded heart and a closed mind never once found love.

Every explorer knows that it is not discovery but the quest of discovery that brings the spark of life and joy, of progress and authentic success. While discovery certainly brings the illusion of progress, it is more often what tools and methods have to be invented along the way that are the true source of progress. Discovery ends the mystery; discovery ends progress; and it is the pursuit of mystery that moves people to greatness and births progress along the way.

Think of your possessions as a kind of morphology of your mind. Now take stock in what you possess and count carefully how much your world is reflected therein. Wealth, it may be said, does not consist of monetary worth but of a social currency that is bought and sold at a price of our desires. While it is true that we are the sum of those with whom we surround ourselves, conversely and paradoxically, our individual worldview is reflected in the difference of that which we possess from another.

It’s funny, sometimes, how children can see things while we as adults just close our eyes, fumble around, and pretend to see in the darkness.