There comes a time when we run out of time, where we face ourselves from within.

So grateful to visit five continents and dozens of countries from the first to third world over the last several solar orbits. Been shattered by stories of tragic trauma in refugee camps and disaster areas. Dined in decadence at posh restaurants and sipped many spirits divine. Sung acappella with arctic gales and inspired the slow exhale of ancient pines.

But most meaningful of all is realizing meaning is always yours to make at any moment no matter how hard it is to live another minute. Love your fears. Kiss your flaws. Embrace this perfect mess while you can still cry and shout and fall and hurt. We only borrow our humanity here. Reality is more.