Introduction

To step into life's chaos with the hopes of taming it is why we're here. The Rose said that most men lead lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with the song still in. Most death is potential put to rest, but stories about what could have been are easier on ego than falling short. Falling hurts, but it hurts less than wishing you had the courage to fall. What keeps us from going? What keep us from building? We know life is short. We know how much opportunity is out there so why?