Stuff. I've spent a lifetime defining my existence with it. Coonskin hats, cars, art, guitars, books and real estate. Now that I finally know who I am, I don't need this stuff. I don't want this stuff. I want to love and create. I'm dying to sing and dance, laugh and cry. I long to walk and read and take winter naps. Turns out fantasies are real. Who was it who said, "Thank god for courage at the right time?"
You dream for long enough and you realize that it's all real. It's all right in front of you. Miracles are real. You just have to believe in them.
Don't wait for luck. Grab it by the collar. Don't look for love. Love.