Writing for the sake of living

There is no expiration date stapled to out foreheads, the amount of time we spend on this earth is never definite. Today could well likely be your last.

"In Ancient Greece it was a practice of philosophers to keep a human skull on their desk. The idea was; only with a constant awareness of or impending death can we appreciate our lives."
- Catacombs

I have heard so many ways to live: for every second, for every day, for every memory, for the future, for the past. But when it all comes down to it, there is only one way to live your life. Live it for yourself, do what you want to do. Live how you want to live. It is your life. I will admit that times get hard, but that is when you remind yourself that tomorrow is a new day and another chance to wake up at peace in a sea of ease.

My life story

Someday when I have experienced all there is to experience and my eyes have seen all that can be seen, I would like to sit down with someone and tell them the story of my life without leaving any details out. I believe that thoughts are the minds heartbeats so during this conversation I hope to spill them like an EKG in the hospital. I’d share with this individual what my life was like behind the scenes. The dam around my heart as mentioned in my previous post will be torn down and my emotions will surge out like a raging river. I want to make sure my words do not go untold. I anticipate that at some point during this conversation I share what my wedding was like, even if this conversation does not entail one I won’t mind. I am not afraid of being alone, because as quoted from an outside source, “if we’re all alone, we’re all together in something.” At the end of this conversation I want to stare intently into this individuals eyes and tell him or her that I was nobody but myself my whole life.