A Way of Living

When I think about all the ways life could end, and I'm not writing this to suggest I'm in any sort of trouble, rest assured, I'm not, I think of the ways that would make me the happiest. And more often than not, these are the ways in which I have very few regrets, or none at all. And that sort of life excites me, a life at the end of which I can assure myself that I didn't leave any stone unturned. That's the sort of life that I'm imagining myself having. But imagination can only take us so far, it can only show us the route, point us in the direction our heart seeks. The rest is up to us, and believe me, there's a lot left. A lot of work, a lot of up hill battles, a lot of war scars, a lot of pain too. A lot of memories too, a lot of happy moments that we can reflect upon as well. It's not a destination, by any stretch. It's a way of living. Doing what makes sense to the person that we are, doing what resonates with our heartbeats, and doing it till the day we're out. 

Love, peace.