i want the world! i want that shiny pretty pink thing they call living, not that dull shadowed grey thing they call life. i can’t and will not pass anything else up and again and again regret it.
experience is the architect of life and the foundation of thriving. we live and learn, and then at some point we have to start living.
oh i want those backpacks through dangers unknown and every sunset from every place in the world. i want a sloth dangling from a branch and being chased by a lion for trying to pet him. i want food that will make me throw up and food that i will never forget. i want romance that lasts a week but loves a lifetime. i want drinks and dancing when i don’t know the language and romps through cobblestoned streets stumbling over louboutins i spent my savings on. i want yoga in thailand and to embrace asceticism in India with monks. i want to feed every stray cat i see.
i want to see and be and go and frolic in mud and roll around in dirt, and lay out in fancy resorts drinking champagne, while i chase the world.
i can’t let it get ahead of me, and so i must keep up.
when you’re surrounded by endless possibilities the hardest thing you can do is pass them up.