I am the average person; I am the typical American citizen. I go to work for under $40,000 a year, I live in a two-story suburban home in a metropolitan area, and I eat pre-cooked microwavable meals or fast food. I am in search of the next fad, trend, or fashion sense.
Sometimes it takes a grim reminder from Death before a person can get back to valuing life. That bony, black-robed hand hits you like a seismic wake-up call. In a chilling voice, he warns, "Stop treating life like it’s a business. This stubborn world isn’t a stock option, and if you think it is, then your returns are going to be disappointingly low."
"Banish the word 'struggle' from your attitude and your vocabulary. All that we do now must be done in a sacred manner and in celebration.
We are the ones we have been waiting for." — Hopi elders
