Sometimes I feel like I get it, some lyrical ‘it’ that few but the dying understand. It whispers at the periphery, it calls to me and makes me feel uneasy sometimes. Othertimes it makes me feel at home, I guess it just depends on which day’s perspective of it we’re talking about.

Right now sitting where I do I remember when I first got it. At first it hurt, over the years it broke me in but eventually it just felt like a well placed callus that you eventually come to appreciate. Sure it’s rough and sometimes it hurts but most of the time, if I notice it at all, it pads me and reminds me of the journey and the places I’ve seen and people cherished.

It’s inevitable you know. I see people flee from it and try to pretend it’s not there but it’s ever present and it could happen at anytime. Why not pursue happiness and fulfillment while you can? It’s just around the corner and every second past this one is just bonus round.