Sometimes being reckless reminds you of your mortality. It reminds you that at any given moment everything could cease to exist. What if this was it? What if everything I have done and everything I have become all amounts to this? and in that moment the world stops, the engines roar becomes but a whisper,blurred pavement inches below my feet. A swath of light through the omnipresent darkness. “Am I ready? Is there nothing my soul still yearns for?”. Just as I am on the brink of self termination I realize that I am far from ready and I am far from being done. My soul still yearns, I have only just begun.
