"What if it doesn't work out?"
A colleague recently uttered those words to me one frosty December afternoon. That phrase conjured an avalanche of emotions. It sparked a myriad of memories of a life lived by a single driving philosophy:
I Don't Know What the Hell I'm Doing ... but I Know Why!
Being a young father to ending my marriage . . . I never knew what the hell I was doing.
Leaving architecture to become an entrepreneur . . . I never knew what the hell I was doing.
No matter what creation surfaced from my soul: writing books, novels, movie screenplays, hosting retreats in Tuscany or inspiring audiences in Istanbul, Berlin and Madrid . . . I never knew what the hell I was doing . . . but I knew why; to help people listen to the only sound that matters . . . the whisper of their soul.
It's why I exist; to creatively inspire people and their ideas to action . . . to help them look up and notice the miracles that are passing them by - the life they are meant to live.
I'm not a wealthy man but I live a rich life.
I don't have a million followers but I surround myself with a few beautiful souls.
I don't live in a mansion but I found the way to create Heaven on Earth.
If life has taught me anything it's about loving the whole ride . . .
the ebb and flow,
the love and loss,
the wins and losses . . . all of it is a gift I deeply treasure.
I decided long ago what I wanted most.
I got clear on who I desire to be and why I'm here.
I simplified my life and life became simply better.
I no longer live for line 155 on my tax return . . . who gives a rat's ass!
I no longer give my life energy to bankers in Armani suits.
I live a life of independence, personal freedom and creative expression. I write and create soul-stirring books because it's in me to express.
I don't give a shit that 155 publishing agents turned me down . . . again.
I'm still here,
writing,
publishing,
creating,
loving who I am . . . inspiring others with the gifts I've been given.
I'm not here to preach from a mountain top . . . who needs that?
I won't tell you what to do, how to think or where to live. It's your life - the precious gift that you've been given and before you know it, we'll both be fertilizing tulips on the mountain side. I don't know how much time I have left. It's all been a hell of a ride.
I'm in overtime.
I have a few more souls to stir.
I don't know what the hell I'm doing and I never will. Life is a school for the soul and I'm just gett'n started.
I don't know if it will all work out and that's OK, cause I know why and that's always been good enough for me.
