You know what scares me? It’s not that I’ll die alone, or that I won’t be successful in the traditional sense. No. What scares me is the thought that there may be mountains I’ll never climb, seas I’ll never surf, exotic animals I’ll never see, races I’ll never run, bones I’ll never break! These are the thoughts that scare me. We’re programmed to think school, college, job, family, death. I like to think travel, adventure, excitement, love, death with the biggest smile on my face. When I die I want my tattooed, scarred body to tell a better story than I ever could.
Had a weird ass dream last night. Anyone wanna hear about it?