How could you really soar the skies when you hold the fear of falling? Climb heights regretting what you may leave behind on a level below you?
Before this photo I start noticing a change in my mood. Still fearless, I question if I will achieve/experience what I set out to, or if I will embark on a new fun mission without such purpose… A few words from a new friend and a view like the one below, puts everything back in perspective.
You know what Uncle, this is the life we deserve. Days of being your own boss. A king; master of his own fate. July ’11 , let’s do this.