Since as early as third grade I've dreamt of a life full of adventure until my brain hurt. Something like the books we read or the movies I saw. Fully realizing that reality just isn't that way for some but hoping I could make myself out to be an exception. This past month or so, I realized I have.
I've hiked through valleys and swam across rivers. Ski lifts have dropped me and turf fields have melted to the bottom of my feet. Ive climbed far above tree line where the sun was in arms reach and the wind swaddled me. My feet have been cramped into a bullet train and dangled free over the edge of a roaring speedboat out at sea. I've perched on locations that were once battle grounds for my forefathers, and passed by others whose stories books try to hide. I've pranked the world twice over, run into quite a few myself and laughed regardless. I've gone cliff diving with a beautiful girl in what was a dream just as I've brushed past death in freak accidents.Then of course there's the festivities in the snow, the snorkeling in the ocean and lighting fireworks in the neighborhood. The nights I trounced the grounds of my college and pumpkin chucked. Or slept in a tent within earshot of the ocean. Heck, I've even gone noodling. All this has been given to me by the grace of god and the love of true friends- if I died today how could I possibly be anything less than thankful?
I've hiked through valleys and swam across rivers. Ski lifts have dropped me and turf fields have melted to the bottom of my feet. Ive climbed far above tree line where the sun was in arms reach and the wind swaddled me. My feet have been cramped into a bullet train and dangled free over the edge of a roaring speedboat out at sea. I've perched on locations that were once battle grounds for my forefathers, and passed by others whose stories books try to hide. I've pranked the world twice over, run into quite a few myself and laughed regardless. I've gone cliff diving with a beautiful girl in what was a dream just as I've brushed past death in freak accidents.Then of course there's the festivities in the snow, the snorkeling in the ocean and lighting fireworks in the neighborhood. The nights I trounced the grounds of my college and pumpkin chucked. Or slept in a tent within earshot of the ocean. Heck, I've even gone noodling. All this has been given to me by the grace of god and the love of true friends- if I died today how could I possibly be anything less than thankful?
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