To get in line with who we are, not who we wish to be—frazzled but unfazed, going toward a calling that meets our attention with true honesty.
Age crystallizes identity as if each living day leads us down the path to greater self-awareness.
Being awake does it for us, and as we do, we proceed and ask for forgiveness afterward. Humans are imperfect judges of the present, but learning produces mistakes. And the correct answer is a mere accumulation of errors.
We maintain voluntary attention and keep going–now. Self-control is everything.
The cure for restlessness is aliveness, and along with being open-minded and curious, pinches luck our way.
We need no label, just a pulse, to avoid being pigeonholed and balkanized by society’s conformist ambitions. With clenched fists, we punch through categories and wander toward our dreams.