A friend tells me to “die with memories, not dreams.”
It’s a beautiful thought.
Elegant, refined, and full of the knowledge that life is for the taking.
But I can’t.
To die with memories instead of dreams is to give up the act of dreaming.
That will never happen.
I will live my whole life.
I will sieze every moment for love, for peace, for adventure.
When I have a choice to make and the answer is unclear I will choose for the better story after.
When my life is on the line and I have a choice between standing for what I believe and walking away quietly I will stand.
When a chance comes, I’ll take it,
no matter how afraid I am.
And with each dream fulfilled I will find another.
With each memory made, I’ll have a new goal.
And when I lie on my deathbed, with my mind full of memories.
I will look to the future and dream.
Dream of the future for the world I leave behind,
and dream of the great adventure left before me.