Everyone has that one special sanctuary where the madness of the universe is put on pause and moments of absolute clarity reveal themselves as passionately and vigorously as a Sunday revival in the middle of summer. For me, that haven is my shower. That place that I go to strip myself down to my true self and attempt to wash away the mistakes and misfortunes of the day. A place to ponder the successes and triumphs that have been bestowed upon me. A place to calm all the voices that are vying for my attention.
As I lean forward and prop my head against the cold, nonjudgmental tile, the steam engulfs me, surrounds me, consumes me, as a cloak of truth. There is no escaping the reality of what is happening. It's the cosmic energy telling me to get my shit together. Connecting my creative conscience with the sub conscience. A call to arms to take action and live up to the potential that is within. The embers are there, inside, waiting to be fanned and stoked.
So, it is there, that daily ritual of cleansing the mind, body and spirit, that today will be the last day of just living. It will be the first day of breaking the chains of a "so called life" and to live life to the fullest. To focus on the things that are most important and having a clear understanding of how to attain them. It is inspirational and frighting at the same time because it takes me out of my comfort zone.
"WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF YOU KNEW YOU COULD NOT FAIL?"
My suggestion is that you find your shower and find out for yourself...