…reminds me of how fragile life can be. It pushes me to live harder. To give out all of the love that I can and know I’m capable of delivering while I am still breathing.
In order to do that, I can’t let my anger or bitterness or deep rooted resentment block that path. I can’t continue to hold onto the things that suffocate my soul. If I do, if I relapse back…then this precious chance to be alive will be wasted yet again on fruitless habits.
Therefore, I started this project.
Usually people face a near death experience that pushes them to purse the crazy idea that they tossed aside, shoved into a box to never be opened until possibly never. Maybe I experienced one and I just can’t remember what it is, because I feel as if I’m acting in the same exact manner. While working on this project, I had the thought that even if I die today (that day particular, not today)-an unexpected accident or something out of my control occurs-I wouldn’t feel regretful, because I was finally doing the thing I love and the thing that brings me one of the highest joys.
And I cherish that feeling.
I have a lot of regrets in my life, more regrets than successes unfortunately. Simple regrets, difficult regrets, silly regrets, serious regrets-if I were to to list them in a word document…I don’t even think I’d bother to go back and read something that ridiculously long. But during the last leg of college, I guess something snapped in me. Something that was sick and tired of feeling regretful of unsaid things and undone things. Thus my secret project started (on very wobbly legs) and this blog began.
I can’t really think of a nice ending clincher for this post. I don’t think I used “ending clincher” correctly, perhaps that was redundant. But perhaps that is also the point. To not always have a nice or perfect way to do things, but to
do the things.