Life has already started and I’m still physically capable of roaming outside. It’s a good start that I’ve built lasting friendships, cultivated some interests, and created a “bucket list” (with a lot of things checked off already). But I’ve yet to passionately pursue something, which will not only round up my understanding of life but sharpen it. I want to move beyond self-preservation to self-realization. “A touch of infinite,” as Tagore will say.
My mark in the world that is uniquely me, outside of my relationship status.
I don’t have the details figured out, but I have a start.
