June 2010
74 posts
i can only imagine that
when i’m on my deathbed, given i am fortunate — or unfortunate — enough to make it there, i will measure the meaning of my life not in what i’ve gained but in what i’ve lost.
one day, i’ll lose everything. so, i might as well make everything a lot. i’ll love who i want to love and spend time with the people who matter most to me. i’ll take risks, i’ll make myself vulnerable;
i would be ashamed to die and be able to say i had nothing to lose.