The road is closed.

You shouldn’t even bother going. 

Never mind there is certainly an alternate route.

One with new turns.

And new twists. 

With new scenery.

And new people to meet.

With new experiences to be embraced. 

But you shouldn’t bother going. 

Because the road is closed. 

And to be a seeker is too scary.

Too unpredictable. 

Possibly uncomfortable. 

And yet…

You go anyway.

You risk the alternate route.

You trust that there will always be parking. 

And you enjoy the ride.

Because predictability is boring.

And this life is short. 

So go.

And be.


You can thank me later. 



This place is called, “Earth”.

It is a planet suspended in the incomprehensible vastness of Universal space.

As a human being, this planet is equipped with absolutely everything you need for survival.

But to merely survive is to miss the ultimate point of this existence.

As everything is provided in a perfect combination

for you,

All you need to do is to go within

And realize the vastness of that which is you.



What is real?

The list is short. 

Everything else is…






Living in the NOW means to be ever working toward self tuning

Toward realigning

Toward calibrating 

Knowing fully that “it” will never quite be perfect 

And that this truth

This realization

Is the point.


I see the summit at the outset.

Looming in the distance,


And yet the next bit of snow lies before me,

lush and pristine,

awaiting my boot print.

And the next.

And the next.

The summit looks closer than it is,

and to watch it as I step along the path is an exercise in futility.

For the summit remains the summit,

and reaching it will be momentous.

But the climb and the journey therein,

is where true character is forged.


What’s the goal? 

What’s the point of this activity? 

Is it pure survival?

Or are we working toward something? 

Some sense of accomplishment. 

One of substance and meaning. 

Or just coasting? 


In neutral. 

Dreading the bottom of the hill. 

Because we can see it in the distance. 

And we know that eventually our momentum will wane and the wheels will come to a stop. 

The alternative being a life in gear.

One with a destination.

One with drive. 

One with twists and turns and obstacles to negotiate. 

One with roadblocks and challenges to our patience, ingenuity and savvy.

With learning opportunities at every curve.

Coast down a steep enough hill and your brakes, no matter how resilient will eventually overheat. 

And the park ranger of life wielding a temperature gun will wave you off the road to cool them for a bit. 

While those climbing are learning all the way. 

Working toward the top.