Life happens, and you can either dive into the waterfall or get left behind on the peak, petrified and afraid. You can't know if you don't like the cold pounding of water on your skin if you don't at least try to withstand its might, and while I've given up on predicting the outcome of my endeavours, I am sure, more certain than ever that there is a plan behind the madness. And right then and there, all you really need is the realisation that the universe is a lot more complicated than you might think, even if you start from a position of thinking it's pretty damn complicated in the first place. So in fact, we are the cosmos made conscious and life is the means by which the universe understands itself - to find the air and the water exhilarating; to be refreshed by a morning walk or an evening saunter; to be thrilled by the stars at night; to be elated over a bird's nest or a wildflower in spring. To enjoy what was received, and to never give up on that which still eludes our grasp.