“The sky is the limit,” they said. They were wrong. There are no limits — only those you impose on yourselves. We say there is no such thing as death — at least, not the way you perceive it. Death is merely a transitional space between where you have been and where you are going.

There are far worse things than death. Imagine being enslaved in a habitual routine posing as duty or responsibility. Imagine being so controlled by fear of what might happen when you move to the right or to the left that you always choose to stay exactly where you are. Imagine being reluctant to release what you have in your hand because you fear that what you truly desire is out of reach. Imagine being afraid to love.

Sound familiar? Most of you still resist taking a chance on yourselves as much as you would resist stepping out onto an airplane wing with a prayer and a parachute you packed. And you continue to hand your power over to any hawker who wants it. Is this life? Is this what you choose to make of your great adventure here on Earth? Could you fit it on a postcard?