I want.

I want a real heart. I don’t want to be lukewarm. No apathy. No indifference. I don’t want to be one of those people who goes through the motions day after day, until one morning you wake up and realize it’s been years since you actually stopped to feel something.

I want a heart that feels everything as it is, good or bad. I want to love, to the deepest depths that love can reach. I want to feel such intense gratitude that I don’t know what to do with myself. I want to laugh so hard I cry, and be so in awe of the vivid pinks and oranges in a sunset that I’m truly at a loss for words. I want to sit in the passenger seat with my childhood friend at the wheel, windows down and music up, driving through winding roads, and stick my hand out and feel the wind and feel free​. I want to look around at a crowded small apartment on a Saturday night, filled with my friends, sitting on the floor talking about life, and actually recognize just how lucky I am to have found them. I want to prolong that feeling you get when you reach the viewpoint at the end of a hike. Where you stop, look around, and realize just how big the world is, and how small you actually are in comparison


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