And in that moment, I knew, Success. Success, not greatness was the only god the entire world served.
Men see things in a box. And women see them in a round room.
You wanna be really great? Then have the courage to fail big and stick around. Make them wonder why you're still smiling. That's true greatness to me.
Sadness is easier because it's surrender. I say, make time to dance alone with one hand waving free.
As somebody once said "There's a difference between a failure and a fiasco." A failure is simply the non-presence of success. Any fool can accomplish failure. But a fiasco? A fiasco is a disaster of mythic proportions. A fiasco is a folktale told to others that makes other people feel more alive because it didn't happen to them.
A single green vine shoot is able to grow through cement. The Pacific Northwestern salmon beats itself bloody on its quest to travel hundreds of miles upstream against the current, with a single purpose. Sex, of course.But also...life.
And the sound you hear is the sound of shit hitting the fan. Globally. You hear it?
I mean, everybody's gotta take a road trip at least once in their lives. Just you and some music.
- You and I have a special talent, and I saw it immediately.
- Tell me.
- We're the substitute people.
- The substitute people.
- I've been the substitute person my whole life.