It’s no small thing to die and be born again.
After a certain amount of time you get tired of wasting talent. Of being part of a fraudulent profession — or actually being a fraud. And, most importantly, not living the life you are capable of having.
I remember the first night I went out with my wife. It was raining, she was beautiful… it was a normal, ordinary, intentionally uneventful, date. But at some point during that evening I had, I don’t know what you call it, a vision, a moment where time collapsed in on itself… regardless, I knew that I’d marry her. And so I did.
Because sometimes everything in the universe briefly aligns to show you how things should be — the total commitment to change that follows means all the things you think it might: honesty, amputation, reinvention and renaissance. Jonathan Hickman was born in South Carolina in the year 1972.
He was reborn in March of 2006.