Time

I wish I could find the words to explain my soul to someone. Yet there is too many words in my vocabulary to explain and yet- still, not nearly enough. I'm pondering the presence of time in my life and like my thoughts how fleetingly they pass by. 

19.. Birthday girl. How did I get to live through 19 years already? And at the same time, how am I only 19? I feel like I've lived a thousand lifetimes. Time. A mechanism that only one works way.. I read somewhere that the moments after its gone, the word after its been spoken and the stone after its been thrown are the only things that cannot be recovered, and how true that is. 

Instead each moment given to us must be cherished and lived thoroughly. Understand that I see life as a series of moments  rather then an ongoing process.

For me it's that crazy night on a random island in ibiza, its drunken nights at Portuguese bars, its the feeling of snow under my feet, its that conversation in the park. 

 Life is simply a collection of experiences intertwined with the ticking clock of time. Blink and I'll be 30 years of age. And then what? It truly is an accumulation of good and bad experiences. At the end of it all, much like an obituary they'll list all of your achievements and travels on a piece of paper. That's it. Your life achievements and successes will be your remaining legacy. Noone will ask 'but how much did she love?' 'How much did she live?'

Noone will know your incomplete desires, all the places you wanted to go but never did. Noone will know the fears etched in the deepest part of your soul. And no one will care. 

So in the words of Lytton 'Leave no stone unturned' and leave no ocean unexplored. Work your very hardest to fufill your potential with the gifts given to you. 

Im planning to live such a life that, on my very last breath I know I've left all emotions, hopes and dreams in the world and done all I ever hoped to do. 

What about you? What's gonna be your legacy?

BE.