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So why don’t we live life that way? Why don’t we accept falling — even if it’s a failure — as part of the ride?

Because we’re afraid of feeling.

The price we pay for dreaming is the possibility of drowning; the price we pay for not dreaming is the surety of coasting through life in a stupor of autopilot, landlocked in the givens of our time, place, and culture. The dreamer, then, is the only one fully awake to life — that bright technology of the possible the universe invented to prevail

I can give you examples and processes, but if you don’t have the ability to understand where you are and who you are, those won’t serve you much.

The path will be confusing.

It’s not supposed to make sense just yet.

When you’re doing something new, you aren’t supposed to be anything other than lost because you’re flailing in the middle of the ocean