The following was written in my journal, a scratch pad of lined paper and a pen that I try to show up to each morning. On March 4, I wrote the following.
“Sometimes you have to romanticize your life, You have to wake up and chase sunrises. You have to sip your coffee and ponder life to the sound track of the fridge running. You have to cultivate the awareness of ‘this is my one life, I am living it.’ And yes, it is hard and full of unknown and nagging doubt, yet there is so much beauty and opportunity to be so alive. It is a gift to feel, because it means I am not numb. Question existence, debate purpose with myself, and accept that it will never make sense.”
That’s it. That’s all.