Living with abandon

I continually find myself in the ruins of new beginnings, uncoiling the rope of my life to descend ever deeper into unknown abysses, tying my heart into a knot round a tree or boulder to insure I have something that will hold me when I fall.

Jiimmy Santiago Baca

Who knows what romance, what adventure, what love is lurking around the next turn in the road, ready to leap out on us if we only travel that far.
— Jack London, born this day in 1876

“He was mastered by the sheer surging of life, the tidal wave of being, the perfect joy of each separate muscle, joint, and sinew in that it was everything that was not death, that it was aglow and rampant, expressing itself in movement, flying exultantly under the stars.”

Jack London

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