As odd as it seems, the road to opportunity often has this huge sign that reads “Bridge Out.” Having ignored the sign and now finding myself laying flat on my back at the bottom of some ‘opportunity,’ I look up and wonder if the opportunity that I had was to learn what an opportunity is, and what it is not.

It is in refusing to recognize that we worship something that we move from the worship ‘of’ that thing to slavery ‘to’ that thing.

I can arrogantly brag that the doors I choose in life open wide and grant me unobstructed passage. But the widest doors tend to lead to the worst places.

What is fear but that ‘thing’ that we believed to be as powerful as it pretended to be.

I have diligently disciplined my life to search out life’s gifts in the very places where society mistakenly says life stores its scraps. And I am constantly amazed that in the treasure trove that surrounds me, I stand in the company of so few.

I constantly pack my pockets full of worthless trinkets, and in such misguided gorging I leave my heart empty and my soul emaciated because I have forgotten everything but trinkets.

I wonder if it’s in losing everything that we realize that all we’ve lost is the ‘nothing’ that we mistakenly thought was ‘everything.

I have diligently disciplined my life to search out life’s gifts in the places where life stores its scraps.

If the truth gets in the way, I will remove it. But truth be told, removing the truth never removes the truth.