Somebody once told me that if I wanted to be a good writer, all I had to do was be silent and it would just come to me. The problem was, I didn’t know how to be silent.

A funny thing happens when you first learn that you are going to die, time suddenly warps out of scope and ideas that once seem impossible take on a totally different realm of possibility.

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As you step upon your soapbox and cast me into hell, let me stop you for a moment to ask you a very important question.  How is this not about your ego?  How is this…

I’m a specialist in perceptual analysis and group dynamics, with 15 years’ experience working in insurance and IT services. I study things, well, people mainly, but really, the way people interact with other people and things. I’m a problems solver; explain to me a problem you’re having, and I can direct you to the answers you seek.

Just once, imagine yourself as the key to unlocking the doors of other’s success and happiness.
Look at everything as inherent to the whole.

Would it be enough to simply say I’m dying, without having to go into the details of explaining precisely what it is that’s killing me? Is it really saying anything to just leave it as that?

There’s a moment when you come to this point of total clarity, where you can see all and understand everything. It’s like a flood of information that comes at you in a thoughtless kind of way, tearing you from the silence you’ve worked so hard to achieve.

If the loss of one meant the loss of the other would you change it? See, that’s the trick of life, everything balances, but we aren’t able to see one side of the coin from the other.

People say that the first step is the hardest, but I find the last step to be the most difficult step to take. That’s the step where you let go.