It does not matter what they said. What I write is not to seek gratitude nor validation. It is from my heart, sparked from the heart far and near as the two hearts play along to the soulful sing-song of the deepest sorrows and deepest joys.
I want to live. As if I’m at the end of my days. Not to be reckless and careless, but extract the most of this life. The miracle of every blink of an eye. The miracle of everyday rising of the sun. The surprising setting of the sun as it explodes across the sky, before welcoming the darkness guided by the gentleness of the moonlight.
I want to live unbounded by today’s conventional and untrue ways. To not be too far from the soil from which we’re born and extinguished. Not too far from the truth that once held our tribes together, bound by character and trust now long lost and longed for.