A Passion for the Edge - Living Your Dreams Now Nonfiction Author: Tim Tyler
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Book Information - About this Book, Awards, What makes it different, About the Author, Inside the Book (Excerpts from the Motorcycle Journey, Dust Jacket Flap, Preface), What People are Saying.
About This Book What Is It About?
Alaskan author Tim Tyler has written an inspiring, critically acclaimed, award-winning book that uses a motorcycle trip as a metaphor for life's success journey.
A Passion for the Edge: Living Your Dreams Now describes a 6,500-mile adventure through the Alaskan and Canadian wilderness. It is both a physical journey with spectacular scenery, historic places, wild animals, and interesting people; and a mental journey that shows how to live your dreams despite perceived obstacles such as age, money, or the economy. Below are a few photo pages from the book.
A Passion for the Edge: Living Your Dreams Now is a National Best Books 2008 Award Winning Finalist in the Category Business: Motivational
- USA Book News
A Passion for the Edge: Living Your Dreams Now is an Independent Publisher Highlighted title. Highlighted titles "recognize the best of the newly released, independently published titles ... honored ... for exhibiting superior levels of creativity, originality, and high standards of design and production quality." (Quote from Independent Publishers Online Magazine)
A Passion for the Edge: Living Your Dreams Now is a 2009 Axiom Business Book Bronze Medal Winner in the category Success/Motivation. "The goal of the awards is to celebrate the innovation, intelligent, and creative aspects of the books that make us think, see, and work differently every day." (Quote from Independent Publishers Online Magazine)
What Makes it Different?
It's a motorcycle adventures story that uniquely shows how to live your dream.
This is what Jim Barnes, Managing Editor & Awards Director of the Independent Publisher Online, wrote about A Passion for the Edge:Living Your Dreams Now.
"Here's a 'road trip' book about finding a pathway to your dreams, interwoven with author Tim Tyler's tales of motorcycle trekking around Alaska and the Northwest. I'm normally skeptical about combining memoir and self-help, but Tyler's passion is contagious, and his meticulous but enthusiastic approach to writing, biking and living brings it all together seamlessly. You may not expect to receive personal growth affirmations from a big, leather-clad guy on a motorcycle, but life's funny that way. This book will entertain, instruct and inspire you, in whatever proportions you care to take them in."
A Passion for the Edge: Living Your Dreams Now creates an opportunity for discovering and applying the principles that will allow you to succeed in living your dream. After reading it, you will have the tools to begin the journey. Then, all you'll need to do is take the step. Live your dream.
Inside the Book
Selected Excerpts from the Motorcycle Journey (Note: Most excerpts from A Passion for the Edge: Living Your Dreams Now are from the physical part of the journey vs. the mental journey that shows how lessons learned during the trip can help you live your dreams.)
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The journey immersed me in a world of reflective lakes, untamed rivers, entrancing waterfalls, secluded mountain valleys, distant snowcapped peaks, highland meadows filled with seas of wild flowers, and wild animals that regard humans as insignificant aliens in a land they dominate.A world choked with spectacular scenery and poignant, sweet, sticky sensations that nearly suffocated me with intensity and left me gasping for air.A world filled with isolation, childlike awe, and a tantalizing mixture of excitement and fear (like the tingle you feel while careening down an icy slope on a toboggan—it's a breathtaking thrill, pregnant with a sense of being out of control).
For a couple of hours I had been riding, thinking, and soaking in the scenery when suddenly I rounded a corner and found myself in the middle of a bridge crossing Hurricane Gulch.It was breathtaking.I stopped to do a little exploring.The narrow steel arch bridge spanned 550 feet and the center was 260 feet above Hurricane Creek.
…..I ….. walked along one edge of the bridge while enjoying a wonderful panoramic view.It was a narrow two-lane bridge with no pedestrian walkway.On each side were waist high metal crash rails.In the middle of the bridge, I leaned over the railing and looked straight down at the creek, 260 feet below, and my stomach began to flutter with that weird feeling you get when you think you are about to fall.While standing there transfixed by the experience, I heard the low throaty snorts of motorcycles approaching.I didn't need to look to know there was more than one motorcycle coming down the road, and that they were Harleys.I turned towards the sound just in time to see four choppers riveted in a close diamond formation, approaching at 75 to 80 mph.One of the choppers had ape bars.The rider's hands grasped the motorcycle handles at head level, forming a wide "V" in the air as if he was cheering at a football game.As the riders thundered past, I saw they were wearing Hells Angels motorcycle club colors.At the speed they were traveling, the whole experience lasted only a matter of seconds.I transitioned from breathtaking scenery and awesome height, to a sound, a glance, a deafening roar, thunder resonating in my chest, the sight of bikers disappearing around the curve on the other side of the gulch, and then silence.It was a symphony of sensation with a climactic finale.
A pilot car approached from the opposite direction, pulled over to the side of the road, and let a line of vehicles continue on their journey south (the pilot car was escorting cars through a large forest fire near Fox Lake).When the last car passed, the pilot car turned around and directed us to follow it north through the fire zone.I was directly behind the orange truck that led the parade of long haul trucks, cars, RV's, and one lone motorcycle.
Shortly after the pilot car left the checkpoint, I saw a rabbit run onto the road and stop in the right hand lane.There was no obvious reaction by the orange pilot truck.
"The driver surely sees the rabbit,"I thought.Still no reaction.
"The rabbit surely sees the pilot truck."The rabbit had a dazed, semiconscious gaze in its eyes.
The orange pilot truck continued on a straight path down the road.As it continued to approach the rabbit, I thought the truck would swerve at anytime.No indication of a course change.
"The rabbit will surely run off the road at any second," the conversation continued in my mind.
"Rabbit," my mind shouted.
No reaction to what was happening from either the driver or the rabbit.Then, the orange pilot trucks right wheels thumped loudly as they went over the rabbit.The result was like an explosion.Bits of fur were still floating in the air as I drove past the site where the carnage occurred.I couldn't believe it.Poof.No more rabbit.The truck never changed course and didn't swerve even after hitting the rabbit.It was a casual act.It was purposeful.They murdered the rabbit.
The death of the rabbit seemed to accentuate the death of the forest we were driving though.Everywhere, I saw burned and smoldering trees, small fires, and flames leaping from trees like a giant flamethrower.This was the first time I had actually been in an active forest fire.It was devastating.
Riding "never failed to flood my senses.Feeling, hearing, seeing, smelling, and tasting, damned up, confined by the monotony of sameness, rusted by routine, and rotted by rituals, would burst open, swamping my brain with fresh sensations; the rides scraped away the stagnation and exposed raw nerve endings that danced with newness.While careening down the asphalt ribbon, my skin sparkled as I felt air flow over the contours of my body.When traffic passed from the opposite direction, the air got thick and sloshed around me on all sides, the bigger the vehicle the thicker the air and the more it sloshed.The air spoke to me with a meditative ohmmmmmmme sound, inviting life to pour through my soul.Sight created illusions of motion and motionlessness depending on where I fixed my gaze.Peering down at my feet the dashed lines on the road were a blur, just in front of my motorcycle the dashes ticked by at a rapid pace, further away they glided slowly toward me, on the horizon their motion was barely perceptible, and distant mountains I rode toward were still.I saw eagles kite in the sky above my head.Air swirled at the base of my full-face helmet ensuring I enjoyed even the briefest scent from a patch of roadside flowers, stagnant water, or dew-laden grass.Yes, there was taste too.Just as a snake darts its tongue in and out, raking information about its surroundings off its surface, when I opened my mouth slightly and quickly pulled air across my tongue a faint taste was noticeable.In the country, the air tasted sweet and mixed with ever changing flavors.In the city, the air tasted sour with a sharp bite or it was dry and chalky.If I was on a country road and the wind was coming toward me from a city, I could taste the city in the air miles before I could see the city itself.
When I ride, my senses are immersed, excited, smothered by the experience.It is a release from tensions, worries, and the routine.It is a sensual experience.It is erotic.
When I left Diamond Tooth Gerties, it was 10:30 p.m.However, it was only a couple weeks past summer solstice so the sun was still shining like a bright, mid-afternoon day.As I walked down the boardwalk toward the Fifth Avenue bed-and-breakfast where I was staying, I could hear loud music coming from a saloon down the street.When I was about half a block away from the saloon, a young guy was suddenly and violently ejected out the door.He was followed by another much bigger guy, and then a half dozen spectators emerged.There were some heated in-your-face words exchanged between the young ejectee and the big ejector.Finally, the fellow that was ejected from the saloon threw a punch at the big burly guy.Obviously not too bright.The burly guy blocked the punch, then threw a counter punch to the side of his head, sending the young guy flying off the boardwalk sidewalk, two feet above the street, and landing on his back.Several of the spectators went down and grabbed the young guy.Everyone seemed to be shouting at someone.A few more heated words were yelled by the young guy who had just picked himself up off the ground (he had not yet learned his lesson), then he was coaxed to leave by some of the spectators and the burly guy went back into the saloon.What I had just witnessed was a bouncer evicting an unruly patron from the saloon.This completed the time warp.I was in the Wild West.
Along one stretch, a narrow shoulderless road sliced through a large open meadow filled with fireweed in full bloom.A gentle breeze made waves in the pinkish purple floral sea that stretched out before me and faded into the horizon.In the background were snow-capped peaks of the Wrangell Mountains.Riding a motorcycle through a cartoon-colored sea laid down beneath florescent white mountains made this a surrealistic scene.The scene was real, but had a dreamlike quality.I hovered above the floral sea, absorbed and fascinated by the illusion.A combination of perspective and my current speed made it seem as though I was motionless.Then, with a twist of the wrist, I began to float through the pastel ocean.
Within minutes of thinking about not seeing any bears, I rounded a corner and, as if by magic, right in the middle of the gravel, brush choked road was a sow and her cub.Both were black as coal.The sow was fully mature and looked as though she weighed 300 pounds.The cub appeared to be a few months old.By the time I stopped, the two bears were less than 100 yards away.They both just stood in the road and stared at me.I'm sure they thought a Valkyrie on the Cassiar was a strange sight, and I couldn't believe my luck being able to get so close to black bears in the wild.Yeah!This is what it is all about.
We looked at one another for several minutes.They were content to just stand there and stare at me, but after a while, I started to get bored.Without thinking, I honked my horn with the idea of spooking the bears off the road so I could continue.Instantly, the sow ran to a position between me and the cub, and her expression changed from curious to aggressive.Obviously honking the horn was the wrong thing to do.All three of us just stared at each other—the sow in her new position, the cub now up on its hind legs so it had a clear view, and me wondering if it was possible to quickly become a lot smarter.
I ….. cherish the riches of both the journey, and the stops along the way.
The stops are like a magnifying glass on life.They allow me a chance to see the small details, to learn the history of a place, to experience its culture, to meet the people, and to linger in a moment isolated from, yet connected to, every other moment, everywhere on earth.It is a step off the whirl of life, allowing me to become saturated with the timelessness of a place and a moment.
The journey, on the other hand, is a refreshing swim in a raging river of time.It is a perilous path with white-water, swift currents, and plunging falls.It never ceases to excite.…..When the path narrows and twists through tunnels of trees, shrubbery, and hills, speed is magnified and I feel as though I am transporting through time and that the motorcycle is an extension of my body responding to my every thought—it must respond to thought, because there is no time to react.While riding, …..The sun caresses my body.The wind massages my skin and whispers in my ears, and my Valkyrie tells me by its throaty growl if it is relaxed or it is working to respond to my command.No other experience touches the senses as profoundly as motorcycling, and its addiction, once submitted to, is tenacious.
The ride from Dawson Creek to Fort Nelson took me through Charlie Lake, Wonowon, Pink Mountain, Sikanni Chief, and Trutch.It had been a pleasant, relaxed, and uneventful ride.Then, thirty miles south of Prophet River (the last small wilderness town before Fort Nelson) as I rode along a straight section of highway where a hundred yard wide swath of trees and brush had been cleared from both sides of the road, the relaxed ride turned tense.Suddenly, at full lope, a mother moose and her yearling darted out of the trees on my right, ran straight across the clear cut, and onto the road.As soon as I saw them racing from the tree line, I applied my brakes.They entered the road just in front of me.A picture of me flattened against the side of a prehistoric looking, spindly-legged moose was burning in my brain.I was still braking when I arrived at the point where they had just crossed the highway.By that time, the moose had reached the ditch on the other side of the road, and as I passed, I saw them continue across the clear cut on my left and disappear into the trees on the other side—too close for comfort.I couldn't believe how fast a moose at full lope could move (much faster than a horse).The road was clear, there were moose in front of me, and the road was clear, all in a matter of seconds.Whoa …..an adrenaline rush.
While riding beside a river that flowed through a rocky canyon, I met a caribou standing on the road.Later I came across two caribou grazing in a nearby meadow.Then, down the road about ten miles, I encountered six caribou walking in the road.I pulled up behind them and slowly followed as they nonchalantly strolled up the road in front of me, behaving as though they were part of the northbound traffic.After a couple of minutes, they crossed over to the other side of the road, stopped, and looked at me.As I started to pass, one of them abruptly turned directly toward me.I thought for a moment it might charge, but it was just curious and seemed content to stare intently as I rolled by.I think it liked the chrome antlers on my motorcycle.
… When you take a step into the future you want to succeed at, you must be fully committed to seeing it through to the end.To move into the future you must desire the outcome, move deliberately toward it, and continuously accelerate.There is stability in motion, in being in action.Try riding a bicycle at 1 yard per hour, then try riding the bicycle at 5 miles per hour.On a bicycle, the momentum developed when moving forward with commitment adds stability to the ride.Likewise, the momentum you develop by moving toward your dream with commitment adds stability to your journey.Hesitation, reducing your speed, or braking is what destroys dreams.Disaster and failure is in the hesitation, success and safety is in the acceleration.So, once you step onto the path of your dreams, move toward your objective at an ever-increasing pace.
….. , I approached a section of road with a steep hill that abruptly rose twenty feet in the air, peaked, dropped down slightly, and then flattened out.I glanced at my speedometer—65 miles per hour.As I began the climb, there was a strong "G" force pushing me firmly into the seat of my motorcycle.I opened up the throttle to accelerate all the way up the hill to intensify that feeling of weightlessness when the road dropped away at the top.Just as I crested the hill, a black bear was climbing out of the roadside ditch on my right, and we both arrived at the same part of the road at the same time.The black bear rose up on its hind legs in surprise, twisted to his left side, and took off running away from the road.I got both the weightless feeling I was expecting, and a stomach-churning scare I wasn't expecting.At the closest point, for a fraction of a second, the bear and I were ten feet apart.
To be somewhere other than where you are today, to achieve your dream, you need only to begin moving in the direction of your dream, to act with passion, to think radically, to make a public stand, to take positive action, to stay in action, and to proceed as though you have already succeeded.
It is a fact that to do, or not to do something, is a choice you make.You may make your choice based on emotion, instinct, fear, obligation, love, logic, or preservation, but it is you who makes the choice, and it is you who acts on the choice that is made.It is unsettling to admit this, because it forces the conclusion that at any moment in your life, you are where you are because of the choices you've made, and because of the actions you've taken based on those choices.It is easy to blame others for not being able to do something, but it is you that makes the choices and takes the subsequent actions.No one else.
My first stop after leaving Whitehorse was for gas, 50 miles down the road, at Jake's Corner.Jake's Corner is at the intersection of the Alaska Highway (Hwy 1) and the Atlin Highway (Hwy 7).The Atlin Highway is a southern route leading through Tagish and Carcross to Skagway.Jake's Corner is an interesting place that sells gas, souvenirs, food, and provides lodging.I met the owner, Dave Gilbert, who was a personable, pleasant, smiling, and energetic fellow in his late 60's or early 70's.The buildings and adjacent grounds were neat and well maintained, but on and around some buildings were densely packed memorabilia of the past, including artifacts from the construction of the Alaska Highway and gold prospecting equipment.The highlight for me was an old flatbed truck parked in front of the lodge that was well-kept and original.
While I was filling my Valkyrie with gas, Dave came over and started machine-gunning me with questions.
"Where are you coming from?"
"Where are you going?"
"Nice motorcycle.What kind is it?"
"Lots of chrome.How much horsepower does the engine have?"
"Is it comfortable to ride?"
"How many gallons does the gas tank hold?"
"How many miles do you get to the gallon?"
"How fast will it go?"
"I really like your motorcycle.How much did it cost?"
Rata tat tat.
I tried to keep up with the conversation but he was on to the next question almost before I finished answering the previous one—an explosive bundle of energy.While paying for the gas I started asking questions about his old truck, which I had been admiring.
"Nice truck, what year is it?"I said.
"I have had several people look at it.Some say it is a 1924.Some say it is a 1926.I think in is closer to a 1924.The only thing everyone can agree on is that it was made in the early 1920's."
….."Would you like to trade your truck for my motorcycle—straight across?"I asked, half in jest but half thinking about how much fun it would be to drive the old truck back to Anchorage if he agreed.
"Well?" he said as he rubbed his stubbled chin, "That would be a close trade."Then he smiled and said, "It's tempting, but I think I'll keep the truck."
Then Dave turned and walked over to one of the cars that had been waiting at the gas pump.The car had a man in it about the same age as Dave but more slender and a bit cadaverous.As Dave transitioned from our conversation to his patiently waiting customers, he didn't miss a beat, and remained animated and energetic.
"Hi sheriff, you old coot, why the hell didn't you get out of the car and pump your own gas?"
"Maybe it's a good thing you didn't.You look like you're going to fall over dead any day now."
"What do you think about that motorcycle?"
"He's heading down the Al-Can and I don't want you bothering him any.He's a good kid."
"Do you think you could ride that motorcycle?"
I could hear the rata tat tat, mostly one-way conversation continue, as I got on my Valkyrie and rode off. Dave's a great old guy and he obviously loves his life.A lucky person.
….. Suddenly, I was hundreds of miles down the road and wondering how I got there.
When time recrystallized, it was two hours after leaving Whitehorse, I was about 15 miles north of Haines Junction, and I had just come up a rise in the road onto a long, flat, straight section of highway.Up ahead was a large brown animal walking down the road about a mile in front of me.At first, I thought it was a horse.I slowed and rode along the shoulder to assess the situation.There was no traffic so my first thought was to cross to the left side of the road and slowly pass.Then, as I continued to approach the animal, something didn't look right.It wasn't a horse.A cow?Hummm, what was it?It turned its head and looked at me.GRIZZLY BEAR.Whoa.I stopped and decided it would be a good idea to rethink my strategy for getting past this animal.I watched for a while as it continued to walk down the road, and then it wandered off on the right side and disappeared into some tall grass.That was a little unsettling because I couldn't see it, and I didn't know for sure what direction it was heading – away from or toward me!After a few moments of intense staring, I saw it again about 20 or 30 feet off the road.I watched it for a while put my motorcycle in gear and started riding up the road.I knew brown bears could run up to 35 miles per hour for short distances, so I kept the motorcycle at 25 mph and in third gear so I could accelerate rapidly if I had to.As I pulled along side of it, the Grizzly took only a fleeting glance in my direction, and then totally disregarded my presence.No concern.No interest.No fear.Of course, if I weighed 800 pounds, had two-inch claws, teeth like nails, and was strong enough to push over a medium sized tree—guess I wouldn't have any fear either.It's rare to see a grizzly bear next to the road like this.What a rush.
The Journey, any journey you choose to take, is your life.What you do, is how you choose to live your life.This book points towards a process for choosing your dreams as the path you take, and how to have fun while on the journey.The quest of your dream is about challenge, discovery, and having an exhilarating experience.However, as you travel, always remember what is important, …..Remain focused on why you are taking the journey, and maintain a balance between family, friends, health, socialization, learning, community, diverse experiences, country, God, and your dream quests.It is all the ingredients in apple pie that makes it so delicious.You can never replicate the experience of eating an apple pie by separately tasting each of the ingredients.You have to mix all the ingredients together and then taste.
What you do with every now, decides your tomorrow.Take control, relax, and enjoy the ride.Make your life an adventure and experience the freedom, the wind, and success .
Inside Front Dust Jacket Flap
"If you want what you've never had, you have to do what you've never done."
This quotation seems rational. Yet, when it comes to living our dreams or succeeding in our lofty desires it sometimes feels like we're stuck in a routine, and cannot find a way out. Unfortunately, many people find themselves yearly refreshing a commitment to living their dreams, years move into decades, a lifetime passes, and their dreams remain unrealized. Why?
What do we need to do to begin living our dreams?"A Passion for the Edge – Living Your Dreams Now," tackles this question head-on. The approach used is unique. How to begin living your dreams is developed at three levels. (1) The theoretical level addresses the required success principles. (2) The practical level helps you define specific actions. And (3) the emotional level makes your dreams vivid by showing what it is like to live a dream.
Learning occurs by swirling together words, story, and pictures in a way that will ignite a passion for living your dreams. The approach will show how to discover the success principles that will let you master any challenge, or realize any dream. It will make the principles concrete, real, and alive. They will become part of you.
"A Passion for the Edge – Living Your Dreams Now" can transform the way you live life by helping you embrace the possibility that there's nothing stopping you from beginning to live your dreams now. No waiting necessary.
Preface - Your dream is where you want to be
"All our dreams can come true – if we have the courage to pursue them."
Wa l t D i s n e y
"You are never given a 'dream' without also being given the power to make it come true."
R i c h a r d B a c h
A dream is a visionary creation of the imagination, something notable for its excellence, a strongly desired goal, a virtuous aspiration. It is a place we would like to be. It is the vital force within our soul, and the water that nourishes our life.
A worthy dream is worthy of living. Many people have a worthy dream. Many stick their feet into the melodious froth of a stream, a tributary to the river of their dream, but then stand until waterlogged, only dreaming. Or they remain forever bobbing up and down, side-to-side, forward and backward, in a backwash of good intentions. Few step into the river of their dream because they are either afraid of the water, or they are not sure how to navigate the currents that will sweep them toward the realization of their dream. If you wish to move from the comfortable shoreline of your dream into the infinitely exciting rush of the river, to live your dream, then this book is for you.
Every day you decide either to live your dream, or to choose an alternate path. And each moment of your life, you are where you are because of the choices you have made. Choosing to live a dream is to choose to have a thrilling experience, one that excites you, that pulls you from your bed each morning, that thrusts you into each new day, and that ignites your passions. Your dreams are attainable, and you can begin living them today. Being able to live your dreams does not depend on whether the economy is up or down, whether you are married or single, or whether you are rich or poor. Living your dreams depends only on the choices you make each day.
Unfortunately, for many people dreams exist merely as mental projections of imaginary places, characterized by fleeting moments of fantasy, and used simply to find brief relief from the mundane reality of their lives. A place yearned for, but never experienced.
You do not have to accept where you are and what you are doing as inevitable. This book will help you discover within yourself the principles and tools that will allow you to transform your dreams from being something imaginary to being something real. It will show you how to begin to live your dreams now. It will lead you to an exhilarating, unexplored world of new perspectives. It will help you to understand that accepting the mundane is neither safer nor easier than living your dreams.
It will give you the power to choose either to continue living an ordinary life, or to plunge into a life churning with anticipation and endless enthusiasm. The approach, used to show you how to live your dream, is unique. It integrates three powerful learning steps: (1) understanding the principles that will allow you to live your dream, (2) applying the principles in your daily life, and (3) showing what it is like to succeed in living a dream. This learning approach will enable you to apply the principles of success, and immediately make them a part of you. It will make the principles concrete, real, and alive rather than theoretical, abstract, and inanimate.
Tethered to an adventure story about a motorcycle trip through the Alaskan and Canadian wilderness (one of my dreams) are the principles that will allow you to begin living your dreams. The story is extraordinary in that it shows you how to move from dreaming, to living your dreams. It is ordinary in that it is a dream you can see as being possible for anyone to live (important for realizing the full benefit of the three-step approach to learning).
The actions required to start living your dreams are similar to those used to start reading this book. In both cases, only a beginning is necessary to step upon the path, and only a commitment is needed to take the journey. It is the path that defines the journey, and the journey that realizes the destination.
Now is the Right Time!
This is an amazing photograph of a sunset I took the other day.Without a doubt one of the most spectacular sunsets I have ever seen. It was blindingly brilliant. It looked like the horizon was on fire.
We've lived in Anchorage, Alaska for nearly 25 years and never seen anything like this before. I just happen to look out my office window and there it was. So I stopped what I was doing and started taking pictures. Within a few minutes the incredible sight was gone. The brilliance lost.
I happened to see this sunset because I glanced out the window. But if I had waited just a few minutes to finish what I was doing before grabbing the camera, it would have been too late. The moment would have past. The opportunity lost.
The right time, the right place, and the right action. Don't let opportunities pass you by. Take Action!
A Passion for the Edge: Living Your Dreams Now can transform your life by showing how to be successful in all you do and how to begin living your dreams. The unique approach swirls together words, story, and pictures in a way that ignites a passion in you, making success principles concrete, real, and alive. The experience can transform the way you live by helping you embrace the possibility that there's nothing stopping you from living your dreams now. No waiting necessary.