In my life, I have known true bliss. It happens whenever I surrender to something bigger than myself. It’s my liberation, my solace and my awakening. The older I become, the better I am at it. I shed things that no longer serve me and take on new dimensions that illustrate the outward expression of who I am . I am in a constant state of change. I’m a human kaleidoscope of colors and shapes that chronicle my odyssey.

I am a better person today than I was yesterday, but nowhere near as good as the person I will be tomorrow. The secret to this lies in learning to find silver linings on your darkest days and discarding all your pretenses. The day I accepted that I couldn’t control the world around me was the day I was set free to celebrate the divinity of myself. It changed my outlook in very profound ways and I never looked back. Transformation happens on the other side of surrender. Focus on what really matters and bliss will come.

Fragile Things


Life is never permanent. No matter how desperately we try to hold fast to those who bring us joy – their eventual ends pave the way for new beginnings whether we seek them or not.

Letting go can be excruciatingly hard because of all the time and effort we invest and all those hundredfold returns we reap by virtue of having their kindred presence in our world. Mourning and grieving are easy places to gravitate to, and if we’re not careful, we risk robbing those we lost along the way of the great legacies they gifted unto us.

The more difficult path is the one where we celebrate the indelible memories they scrawled upon our hearts and the beautiful inscriptions they engraved into our souls. It’s not about the end. It’s about the run.

Life is a balance of holding on and letting go of fragile things so that the next big thing can happen. Like a sandcastle before a rising tide, everything is temporary. Build it, tend it and enjoy it. And when the time comes, let it go – the next one will be bigger, bolder and better..

The Grand Mosaic


I have led a fascinating life filled with mountainous highs and riverbed lows. I have traveled upon every continent, broken bread with humble souls and engaged in rituals honoring cultures so unlike my own.

I have known the powerful and undying love of an captivating woman. I have had the pleasure and bliss of bringing children into the world. I’ve gotten lost in the music of the night and the abstract of nature’s wonder,

I’ve wept in despair at the loss of my adored. I’ve lost everything and made rock bottom my monastery. I’ve felt hollow in the face of my fears and consumed by demons of my own making.

Despite all this, I am stronger than people expect me to be. I am as impervious as the stones upon the shore. In truth, the road behind me is littered with all the empty shells of those who ever underestimated me. I blaze my own trails, have no regrets and take no prisoners.

The mosaic of my life tells the story of who I am and where I’ve been. It evolves every day and I wouldn’t part with a single piece. My life is art reflecting a grand journey..



I used to think that life was all about limits and a series of very calculated moves designed to define you. It’s all an illusion, and when you give in to it, you live your life in chains and the world becomes your prison.

The most liberating thing you will ever experience in life is when you untether yourself and let your spirit roam free. This is when you will know that what was once impossible is attainable, what was once impulsive is deliberate, and what was once out of your league is within your reach.

Truth is, we are all limitless and the only thing that’s kept us from our goals is that bullshit story we kept telling ourselves as to why we could never achieve them.

Life is alot like the unpredictable nature of the ocean. Sometimes it’s tranquil and serene, while other times it’s wild and tempestuous. Destroy your maps, raise your anchor and set sail for the uncharted parts of your life. Sometimes the biggest risks yield the highest rewards. There are still many New Worlds to discover..

An Unwavering Torch


All along my life’s journey, there were people, places and things that never left the core of who I have become. Sometimes destiny separates you from them for a long while, and on the other side of the pain and anguish of letting go, comes an unexpected return.

It’s hard to say why this happens. Sometimes we’re not ready or mature enough to know their true value and regrettably let them slip away. Sometimes we have to walk alone for part of the journey to discover ourselves before we can walk in tandem.

Whatever the reasoning, these prodigal treasures sometimes return because they have more to say and there may be a few unrealized dreams to weave yet.

The torch never wavers and an unrelenting beacon signals that I am still here. The road is long, but worth every step to reach a long-awaited rendezvous. Fate has it’s own timeline..


Midnight Surrender


The canopy above me is majestic and animated. Thick, rolling clouds dance across the moon like a silent opus retelling the story of how the night sky was born. This epic story never gets old and I like that I can never change the narrative. I’m a captive spectator surrendering the mind, body and soul to it while in awe of the unspoken lucidity..



A beautifully serene night at the edge of the world. The cadence of the waves, the wide expanse of the night sky, a good wine and a roaring fire are my theater. It’s simple, it’s elegant and it’s raw all at once. All that matters is this moment – everything else is just noise. An old hope is reignited and an unwritten chapter is finally about to emerge. Another moment of clarity..