What difference the age makes. It's so sad to admit this, but honesty is important.
When I was young, for whatever reason, I hated my life. My predicament. My future. Myself.
And that period was amazing! Although I had weeks of feeling depressed and praying for death to take me over...it was total...freedom.
I could could take chances. I could risk my life. For fun. I embraced adventure. Easy when you have nothing to lose.
But now, the perspective of this world has changed.
I love my life. I value my ability to enjoy it. And best of all, I like myself.
And I'm scared of dying, For the first time ever - dying is a fear, and I need to start planning for it.
And so now I'm about to embark on a seat-of-your-pants adventure and I find myself nervous. 16 hours in a plane, floating above the endless ocean. Posing upon the shores of the beaches that welcome rogue waves and winds that suddenly blow the typical tourist off the cliff. And I'm scared.
I'm not done - Here's me hoping I don't die on this journey so I can finish this post.
What a weird, weird life I lead. Love you all.
Rob.