Most of the big lessons have come to me hidden in some form of romance or rock'n'roll. The universe has to surprise me, trick me. You know, "Open up the runway. Here comes the big airplane!"
Fortunately, I'm easily tricked. Oh, don't get me wrong; I'm not a quick learner. Don't let me put my hand in the marbles.
Seems that everything that matters falls into one of two categories, love or loss. You can't really separate those two, either. Heck, maybe there's only one lesson. I'm loving just as hard as I can go. I recommend it.