Reboot, refocus, regenerate a dream, retool, begin once more for, “Failure is simply the opportunity to begin again, this time more intelligently,”—Henry.

In fact, there is never failure, just speed bumps, detours and tacking in the wind; it is the spirit that never gives up, that reevaluates, that reminds itself of engaging its own greatness, that will win out in the end, if there ever was an end.  “We did not lose the game, we just ran out of time,” right, Vince?

            What can you to this day to retool a dream?  To change course, to reengage, to give yourself a fresh start , to add so much new energy, a spirited pursuit, that nothing can stop a mind that is lighted up, that is changing pathways in its own mind…manufacturing its own destiny.

            Do whatever it takes to plan an action, to jump higher, to enlist eternity, to have this forever infinite progression bless, grace and aspire it all in a mind that is clean, clear, focused, land-filled with the energy of a billions stars, angels freed, a lingering, a toying with, the soft-serve version of a dream that cannot be stopped, must grow, will become and find its way out of a conundrum into the twilight of awe, into the heart of those who will persist until the lights go out, until the world aligns itself and all plans, success blueprints sprint as a team is formed on the edge of this most delightful dream.

            Nothing can keep down a spiraling up mind, a burgeoning of self into the skywalks, the skipping from star to star, from idea to ideal, to execution of that dream burning the midnight oil.

            Be so alive today people take notice, the world becomes a special place, billboard poetry that all the car people see and comment on as they tune out their radios, the sports, the traffic reports and are touched so deeply, tears well up, life is good, and subcultures unite, all forgiving their pasts, and now have permission to run the gamut of love and serving and giving and letting go of all prejudices and injustices and cold hearts and round and round thoughts of: “Who done me wrong.”

            Do yourself right: Embrace grace, courage, wonder, child-like truths that spin you in a pirouetting world, in the daily dance of you living on the tip of eternity, as you play, and believe so much in a dream, in this magical life, that bewilderment fills your quill with arrows to shoot straight and true through the center of your prescribed destiny and ramble on…simply, ramble on my friend.

            Begin again and again and realize, you always have a chance, another hope and a prayer, a decided advantage: For life, in all its forms, in all its lessons, in all your personally steeped wisdom, has all brought you to this decided moment, this pinnacle of perfection to let your brilliance shine, your swagger swag and your personal power flex like a well-oiled body builder who just stepped out of a tanning booth.

            Ok, like you in style, with bliss and joy and élan, and a perfection shooting God’s light out of your eyes and fingertips as you live the life of Riley.

            Wow.  It is now your turn.  Grab hold of every ounce of opportunity that has been awarded, that you deserve, that is your divine right to explore, export and extrapolate into a legend.

            Go for it.  Do it all.  Have it all.  Become the absolute highest form of yourself and watch all else become footnotes and cliff notes of someone else’s textbook study of how to live the enchanted life.

Because, hey, you really meant to do this!