I was born with passion. With curiosity pumping through me. Craving any chance to question. To wonder. I grew up with possibility.
When I was a kid I would lay on the grass and ponder, “What if the blue I see in the sky is purple to someone else?”
Why would I waste all of that on saftey? Mere comfort. Stability. External acknowledgement.
I am me. Me is always changing, because everything is changing. Always until I am not and everything is not, but that’s another story. So why should I be one me for the rest of my life, when really I can be anything? Why take everything to a screeching halt and settle on one, repetitive life, when I can be different every day?
In the end, what matters is what YOU think matters. Not anyone else. Promise yourself that there will be no “I should haves” on the day you die. Love is you.