I Dare You

I'm in the peculiar position of having quite a lot going on while being unable to tell you about any of it. Seekrit Things. All very exciting, these things, but--as mentioned--under wraps for now. I'm not even sure when I'll be able to tell you. Probably not until after the first of the year. I wish I could tell them to you now--so that you could dig and grok and all those other unfashionable words that mean understand and appreciate.

But I can't, and for the moment I remain trapped in a fluorescently lit cubicle spending my time doing things that have very little impact on the world at large, esoteric software-related things, things the reward for which is merely keeping body and soul together. That's necessary, isn't it? Got to keep fed and sheltered. But there's certainly more to it, or should be. More than job satisfaction. Life satisfaction. Very hard to come by. It's so hard to come by, in fact, that we have a multi-billion dollar industry solely dedicated to producing pills purported to give us the ability to tolerate the intolerable. The percentage of Americans using them rises yearly. The tribe of the medicated now numbers 27 million.

Clearly, something is amiss.

Maybe people aren't singing loud enough, or dancing hard enough. Maybe there are too many people, situations, and institutions that consist of "No" and "You can't." I certainly don't have the answer, but I do know that there are leaps to be made, and by Whoever I'm going to make them.

You reach a point in life where there's nothing left to do except the things you haven't done before, the radical things, the magical things, the things that can potentially soar you into the air or bring you crashing to the earth.

There's nothing left to do but dare.

So.

That thing you've been thinking about doing? The crazy thing. The one that could wreck your life or save it. The one you've been afraid to try.

Go on.