How do you want to live your life?
If I’m ever asked this question, I’d say I want to explore it. The most I can. I want it to be full of experiences. In this single life that I’ve got, I want to be doing a lot of things. Things that don’t just include making a career, building my own house or getting a pricey car. Things like feeling the cool sand under my feet while walking on a beach with a sky full of stars. Watching the orange hues of a sunrise from the hood of my jeep on a cliff. I want to dive into a sea and out of a plane thousands of feet from the ground. I want to know the stories of random strangers and then think ‘turns out they really aren’t a stranger’. I want to ride a bike across the world. I want to go to concerts and feel my heart thumping to the bass. I want to write in the middle of the roads that have barely had feet walk over it. I want to find home in not buildings, but feelings, dreams, people and thoughts. I want to bond with people. Make friends. Real ones. Feel a love that inspires. Feel the passion in the eyes that hold dreams and stories. So what I want to do in life? I want to feel things. I want to live them. I want to be scared and yet at the same time, thrilled. I want to take risks. I want to help those I can. I want to learn. I don’t just want my bank account to grow, I want my growth. I want to work hard for my dreams. I want life to be raw and natural, not artificial. I want to struggle and then later smile at seeing it pay off. I want to be happy. I want to make mistakes and learn. I want to see the world from my eyes. I want to take chances and never look back. I want to be able to tell stories.
I want to feel beautiful till the day I die and that is never going to be thru my appearance. I want to die knowing my skin has worn off but I still have my experiences and memories as beautiful as ever!