You just kind of came to me in a puff of realization:
This whole life thing, it’s kind of a big deal.
As grand and simple as it is to think that it’s all just a time for play and a child like mosey across experiences and dandy fields, it’s meant to be a challenge. We’re supposed to walk out of here feeling like we took the feeble being we were gifted and shoved them into the back of a car, drove them to a cliff, pushed them over the edge, taught them to swim, taught them be braver than the waves who vainglorious attempted to drag them beneath the white tipped surface, and made them into a seafaring soul with sunburnt skin, calloused hands, and a captain’s hat with stories to tell. We should walk out of life feeling like we conquered our demons and left behind the dead weight of our faults so we could fly as high into heaven as we possibly could.
Life is one of the greatest things we’re given.
It doesn’t deserve to be half done.