To not worry about what I will be doing in five years.
To float, unattached. To flow, as water, from moment to moment, destination to destination; pouring myself upon the world; filling every niche, leaving no mark. To experience a state of uninterrupted free fall. To know myself not as a reflection of others perceptions, but as I truly am. To move, but not to strive. To live, but not to try. To embrace no human system, accept no external compulsion. To rediscover that fleeting, euphoric oneness with the universe. To grok in increasing fullness.