What is the point if we don't show up fully in this life? What happens to the wasted gifts? The untapped potential, the unwritten songs, the buried treasure left behind?
I don't want to find out. I want to be so completely empty at the end of this human adventure that my soul just floats away, nothing left to hold it here. I want to leave it all on the table. I want to pour myself out into the world, spill my guts until there's nothing left to weigh me down.
"Getting wasted" is no longer something I'm willing to risk. I won't waste anymore of myself, anymore of my time. Less spilling out onto the street in a drunken stupor from a dank dive bar-more spilling my words and thoughts and dreams out onto the page. Less forgetting what I said and more forgetting what other people think. Less turning up and more turning myself on. Less escape and more embodiment
