Driving to the film studio early yesterday, I saw this image on a rundown building. I drove past it, backed up, and took this picture. And as I sat there, studying the message, digesting its meaning: I started to cry. Not because of sadness but rather, that I finally realized there are no coincidences. There are no random meetings. There are no happenstance occurrences. These are all part of a bigger plan. And so, instead of trying to control things so much, I’m letting go. I’m stepping back and watching the Universe unfold.
And so I’d reply that now is the last time I’ve done something to better myself.