Citizens, we of the Collective recognize only one way to deal with opportunity: grab it by it’s fluffy bunny tail and haul it straight into your arms for a passionate kiss. Opportunity is not your brother, your friend, or any kind of stranger. You are on a first-name basis with that random-fated goddess daily, and her lips are all too eager for yours – but you need to prove yourself worthy.
Grow a pair. Two if you need them, but not less than one. Floor it from the top of the onramp all the way to the end of the lane. Go full afterburner. Tell your ego to write all the checks it wants and sort out the bill later.
Don’t sit still gathering moss – the market for moss is piss-poor, so unless you savor the tang of poverty and a life well and truly wasted you’ll stand up to the mountain and let your sweat shout defiance at gravity.
