08 April, 2013

Greed, but Not.

Sort of...almost a kind of...I don't know. Screw it.

In this instance, it's the only word I can think of to describe this feeling. I am greedy, never satisfied. Greedy for experience. New things. There is so much out there and I want to know what it all entails.

As I suggested on Saturday, we are the sum of our experiences. I want to experience everything! The laughter of pure joy, the waterfall of tears of despair, the white-out blindness of fury, and everything that lives between. It is human to feel these things, and while I often joke about being a robot (or, lately, a Time Lord), I very much want to be the most human-y human alive, with stories of fiery passion and unadulterated bliss.

I want to see, hear, touch, taste, and feel everything this life has to offer up to me! The best way to get me to hang out is to offer me something I've never done before. I have absolutely no idea if I'll be good at it, but holy crap would I love to give it a whirl.

I suppose it's for the stories. I love stories. When I meet a new person, it's rare that I talk about myself, for the story of how this new (to me) person had their life sync up just right to allow them to meet me is OUTSTANDING. I absolutely adore hearing backstories.

I am feeling a sense of exhilarated elation at the mere thought of this.

In conclusion, there is so much to see, so much to do, to experience, and more people to talk to than I could realistically fit into my lifespan, but that's never stopped me from trying before, and I don't think it ever will.

Next: More emotion-based blogging!