Somewhere there's a story between birth and death, and within each breath taken between the two. The story of a golden road, the story of stones laid upon the road, and how each one is passed over or picked up. Each stone representing a choice, and each one leading to the next. The story unfolds breath by breath and step by step, and the end is just as close as the beginning, and beginning and end are the same.
Break away from the tyranny of custom, tradition, conventionality, and the opinion of others, until you succeed in walking lonely and erect amongst men.
To know that Love is universal, supreme, all sufficing; to be freed from the trammels of evil; to be quit of the inward unrest; to know that all beings are striving to realize the Truth each in his or her own way; to be satisfied, sorrowless, serene; this is peace; this is gladness; this is immortality; this is Divinity; this is the realization of selfless Love.
Hindrances stimulate the man of purpose; difficulties nerve him to renewed exertion; mistakes, losses, pains, do not subdue him; and failures are steps in the ladder of success, for he is ever conscious of the certainty of final achievement. All things at last yield to the silent, irresistible, all-conquering energy of purpose.
...you risk your life to play music, if you're doing it in the right way. Let's face it, you're either serious about what you're doing or you're not serious about what you're doing, and you can't mix the two. And life is short.~B.Dylan
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