The seaside is a fusion of elements that always make me reflect inwardly, It is both my zen garden and my saving oasis. I come here to bare my soul fearlessly and unabashed in a cathartic way. It’s here that I am catastrophically enamored with the great loves of my life. It makes want to hold on to each with a white-knuckled intensity because I love them like a drowning man loves air.

I cast all of my hopes, dreams, fears and anxieties in stoppered glass bottles upon the water in belief that they will reach their intended recipients, all the while waiting for answers to my midnight petitions. Each message in a bottle leaves me a little raw and exposed, but it’s not unanswered prayers that I am afraid of – it’s being unraveled to the point of no return.

Our deepest desires are only ever granted to us by way of a blind kind of faith. Sometimes you have to be willing to bet the house and accept the odds because not taking that chance will translate into the biggest ass-kicking you’ll ever give yourself. If you risk nothing, you gain nothing. It’s worth a little unraveling if your dreams come true in the end.



I am a man of faith though I don’t believe in a predestined fate. I determine where my journey takes me. A strong, reliable compass and an insatiable hunger to learn are the only tools I’ve ever carried. The story of my life has been penned by my own hand and the road ahead of me is yet unwritten.

I choose to blaze my own trail because I believe that those who resign themselves to follow the crowd usually go no further than the crowd. Those who walk alone are likely to find themselves in places no one has ever been before. Trails that are crooked, winding, lonesome and dangerous often take you to the most scenic vistas and breathtaking views.

All journeys have secret destinations of which the traveler is unaware. That, in and of itself, is the incentive. The road ahead is an unwritten account that journals my self-discovery. The world is mine.



Every day is a gift of 84,600 seconds that we can spend any way we choose. Some squander it on useless instruments of intolerance and hate, while others pay it forward to make the world open and kind. Time is the currency that buys you either misery or rapture in your life. In the end you must decide whether to feed your ego or feed your soul – you cannot serve two masters.

I choose my soul and every time I feed it, I build a rapture that has me see the music in everything and the poetry in everyone around me. A rapture helps you find the elegance in simplicity and beauty in the organic. It is the difference between cursing the dark and being moonstruck.

Some say that life is 10% what happens to you, and 90% how you react to it. The secret of being happy is accepting where you are in life and making the most of your 84,600 seconds each day. Build your rapture..