I want to live before I die. Truly feel alive.

Feel the heavy breathe and the blood pumping and the adrenaline rushing through my body when I run. Let creativity taking over when I do something that I love.

Have long conversations about everything and nothing with the people I love. That see every part of me, the broken and the longing.

I want to dream. I want to feel that I’m here with all that I am now that I’m here before I go. I want to be present, here and now, not running through life without ever having any time to enjoy it.

I want to feel pleasure. I want to be close to my emotions, both the good and the bad, instead of pushing them away.

I want to live. Truly live. Not just merely surviving.