Sometimes it’s as if I live life for life’s sake.
Every moment feels like another hit contributing to my high. And through the troubles, I appreciate being able to eventually come unscathed. It’s not that I look through life through rose-colored glasses, it could not be any further from that. And sadly it is not always friendships that keep me going as well; I have had my share of cynicism and self-doubt.
The high-speed blur of my life, I’ll instead describe as yearning for perfection and completion. I make up my mind quickly and strike out to accomplish as fully as I can what I need to accomplish. Sometimes that makes others view me as excessively carefree and opportunistic. But then, I will ask, why not seize opportunity when it presents itself? And so, I have learned much, obtained much happiness, yet have also suffered in same kind. What I feel makes me different is that I force myself to learn from mistakes instead of being tied down by them.
I admit I have my own indulgences in this imperfect world. My lust for life that sometimes borders on hedonism, the stimulation of experiencing that carries me, the joy of laughter that accompanies happy times, and the deepness of self-introspection that brings us out of self-imposed seclusion.
This year certainly personifies all this as it comes rapidly to a close.
As I look out of the window of my 21st floor suite at The Peninsula, I can still feel the rustle and bumble of Times Square still is strong in the heavy New York City air. In less than 24 hours, I’ll be on an airplane over the Atlantic, en-route to the eclectic mish-mash that Paris could only be. A chapter falls behind me, and another is opened.
I wonder where I will go next?
