“So what do you want from life?”, she asked.
And I replied, “Not much actually. Just, to keep feeling some mountain air on my face, waterfalls to keep springing up on road trips, play with furry dogs, play sport a lot, write and tell stories, and be an object of affection or desire for whomever I come across.
It’s not comfort I am striving for. I want to leave a mark on the world. That when I die, thousands of people should mourn and remember me for the things I loved and pursued. Just like they did when Steve Irvine passed away, bitten by a sting ray. I’d hate to have a life that remained ordinary in its entirety.
Maybe it sounds cheesy or dramatic, but every molecule in me wants to do something beyond the ordinary, do something that makes a difference to people. ”
Anything less, would be disappointing.
