living

Talking about my life and some of the choices I've made, the adventures I've had, and the life I have led so far, I was asked why I did the things I did and do the things I do.

When I was about 24 or 25, there was a turning point when I all at once realized I had nothing to fear, and then feared nothing. (To a point of course.) But many of my most brazen choices have been deliberate ones. The question was "why?"

I made a promise to a poet once—a mentor when I needed one. I was far too young to understand it at the time. Then, it seemed an easy promise to keep. I did not know that it would be an act of bravery every day since. He was a man of beautiful words. These words were not his, but they were true.

I promised that I would not when I came to die discover that I had not lived.

I may get knocked down a lot, but I am not on the sidelines.

Game on.