A few years ago, my dad gave my sister + I a special gift for Christmas. It was a simple metal stick-figure standing on his shadow. He welded it in his shop after writing this sweet poem. I think it's something we could all stand to read when we begin to allow our minds to dwell on the past rather than exist in the present. Namaste.
Is normal shit your shit? Hey, good for you. But when you get bored...walk toward the edge. Trust me (even if you don't know me). Livin' on the edge is something one of my yoga teachers taught me a while ago (you know who you are!). Sure, it got him in trouble—a lot. But living on the edge is simply more fun than the alternative so it's worth most repercussions. Not to mention, the view is better the higher you climb.