Thoughts on a Sunday

There are times, in which, I can’t quite accept that I am 43.

The thoughts, in my head, are often as new as unfurling green buds on the end of a twig. They make me feel like a newborn. As if I haven’t truly seen anything yet.

There is this constant feeling of a need to hurry. Afraid I won’t have enough time for all the thoughts and experiences I want to have.

With everything I want to see and do in this life, I think I best live as long as I possibly can.