One Wild And Precious Life

I used to wish that life was easier.

More fair.

I secretly wanted to be rescued. Or saved. Or at least have someone help me carry the weight of my journey here on this planet.

Maybe a man. A career. A friend. Fame. Money.

Could do the hard stuff for me.

So I tried subletting my life.

I tried to give away the property rights to my own self.

I tried handing over the responsibility.

The decisions.

And I found that I couldn't do it.

I can't be saved.

I can't be rescued.

And I don't want my life to be easier.

In the hard stuff is where life itself resides. It's where personality is born.

The moments that I've saved myself. Carried myself. The moments when I had my own back.

These are the moments that I am proud of.

These are the stories I want to tell.

This is where I became a hero.

So I've surrendered the idea of life being easier. More fair.

I've surrendered the idea of being saved.

With this white flag, my plan for my one wild and precious life becomes very simple and clear:

To live each day as my own. With my own thoughts. With my own feelings. With the things I love. In the places I love.

To use every minute. To be alive. To laugh. To learn. To love openly. To give freely.

To know that life isn't fair and that it's beautiful because of this.

To breathe. To be alive. To smell. And look. And touch.

I won't wait.

Will you?