I want to feel. I want to experience. Not for when I’m older, or to look back on, just at the time.
I want to feel. Love and hope, rejection and pain. Happy, and sad. Cold and hot, rain and scorching sun. Grateful. Weary and exhausted. Satisfied, and yearning. Disappointment and success. Scared and frightened, safe and secure. I want to feel it all. I want to try the things. I want to feel alive.
Even if it’s hard, and exhausting, and overwhelming.
I don’t know what’s next, after life, so I’m not holding anything back. Likely we only get this one life. I’m not waiting until I’m old to tell my stories. I might never get old. Who knows?