Because it is succulent, ravaging, enticing, excruciating, tempestuous, tantalizing, filled with endless possibilities that at times make it feel endless. But that, it is not. The one thing life is not is infinite. Maybe I’m in my own bubble and have come to the wrong conclusion that so many people seem to live as if it will not all end. But it will.
But that Memento Mori is what makes it all the more pleasurable. W that said, my love letter to life says mainly one thing: Thank you. Oh how grateful I am to be experiencing this life, and all that comes with it.
In my personal little life experience, love is at the top of the bucket list. Love in all its forms.
This is my first post here of hopefully many. It is intentionally raw, unedited, and carefree. It’s a bit undone but what’s “done” anyway?
xo,
A