#20

In my part of Africa, death is never far away. With most Zimbabweans dying in their early thirties now, mortality has a seat at every table. The urgent, tugging winds themselves seem to whisper the message memento mori, you too shall die. In Africa, you do not view death from the auditorium of life, as a spectator, but from the edge of stage, waiting for your cue. You feel perishable, temporary, transient. You feel mortal.

Maybe that is why you seem to live more vividly in Africa. The drama of life there is amplified by its constant proximity to death. That's what infuses it with tension. It is the essence of its tragedy too. People love harder there. Love is the way that life forgets that it is terminal. Love is life's alibi in the face of death.

When a Crocodile Eats the Sun: A Memoir of Africa, Peter Godwin

#19

#18

"my mama said there's only two things in life that are constant, and that's change, and change."

-Lyfe Jennings, Never Never Land

#17

May the wind always be at your back and the sun upon your face; and may the wings of destiny carry you aloft to dance with the stars.

-George Jung, Blow

#16

When you become light and you radiate, there is no darkness. A candle has one future, to spread the light. How does the candle spread the light? By burning itself, the candle spreads light and consequently knows the future. If you burn yourself, you will radiate and will spread light. The job of the human being is to radiate through the finite self the infinite light.

-Yogi B

#15

Where is the limit of a person? How can you be limited? A person is limited according to his attachment. It doesn't matter what you have or what you don't have; it matters only how easily you can let go.

-Yogi Bhajan

#14

Once there was a boy named Charlie, who had a nice life - but it wasn’t perfect. He had to spend too much of his time doing things he didn’t want to do. So one day he packed up all his time in a suitcase, locked it up and set off to find a better way to spend it. Charlie traveled the world looking for the perfect thing to make him happy. In the meantime, unbeknownst to him, his itsy-bitsy seconds and silky, smooth hours and raggedy days ticked away, so that when Charlie stopped traveling and realized what he truly wanted out of life, it was almost too late. Almost.

Daren and Daniel Simkin, The Traveler