It will be 6 years tomorrow.

Six years since my big brother died suddenly.

Death is a bitch.

There’s no negotiating, no promising something, no potential left.

It’s just over.

The clock stops.

Time runs out.

In my deep grief moments, an acquaintance, in her trying-to-be-helpful voice said, “Well, his life and death has to mean something. What do you think it means?”

And I wanted to punch her in the face.

Do You Have a Confidence Problem?

You have a million ideas about what you want to do with your life, but you just haven’t gotten around to it. Maybe you’ve spent your life making sure others get what they need. Maybe someone else steered you in the direction of their dreams instead of yours, and somehow you’ve been on that path ever since. Maybe you just never had the nerve to even ask yourself what you really want.

Ask the lonely woman what she wants most in life, she will say, “I want to be loved.”

Ask the man riddled with disease what he wants most in life, he will say, “I want to be well.”

Ask the poor soul with no money what she wants most in life, she will say, “I want to be rich.”

"I was staring down middle age and NONE OF MY DREAMS HAD COME TRUE. I was overworked, underpaid, sleepless, ashamed, lonesome, sick, and dangerously depressed, and steps away from a complete breakdown.

That’s when I found the secret to happiness."