i wake up often now and wonder where the last ten years went. i just closed my eyes for a moment and when i opened them, i was a decade older. it's all too precious to take for granted, our years here, and i forget that.

i don't fear growing older; i fear the regret of a life not fully lived...to have loved and have been loved. but fear stops me from living right now, being fully present in every moment that i'm awake.

life is a sequence of memories, snapshots of images and emotions we carry with us. when i am in the latter years of my life (should i be graced with that opportunity) i want to make sure that the majority of my life experiences have nourished my soul and expanded my understanding of life...