Eddie Pinero

You'll know there was nothing miraculous about it.

It was the fire in your lungs.

The shaking hands that still reached out.

The tired feet that didn't quit.

The dream you protected when the world told you to let go.

So when they tell you to aim lower, smile.

Let them.

Because they never saw the stars you were dancing through.

I've already seen songs I grew up with, referred to as classic rock.

I've seen some of my childhood sports heroes struggle to throw a first pitch before a baseball game.

As the saying goes, the only constant in our lives is that things change, evolve.

Why does this matter so much to me?

Well, because when I look back, the single thing that would consistently keep me from truly pushing that pedal to the floor

to truly capturing all life has to offer, was a fear.

A very specific fear.

The fear of losing what I had at that moment.

I was scared to death of loss, as we all tend to be to varying extents.

In fact, we're biologically wired to respect the fear of loss to a greater extent than the prospect of acquisition.

There's humor in all this, though.

A deeply rooted irony.