“Reality doesn't impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.”
Would you rather experience or remember? I've never been a huge risk taker. I wouldn't call myself daring in the daredevil sense; instead, I've always erred on the side of caution. For most people who knew me through high school and probably the most of college, they'd probably say I was more on the shy and timid side. It wasn't really until after I graduated and have worked for a couple years now that I've found myself becoming more bold and growing into my own skin. In the past, I probably never would have scaled rooftops for the perfect photo because I'd always been a rule-follower, not a rule-breaker. I took no for an answer because no was safe and I was safe. I probably wouldn't have left the yacht to swim in the wide expanse of the Aegean Sea because deep down inside, open bodies of water still scare me. But lately I've found myself saying yes and taking the chance, walking to the edge of the cliff and taking that leap of faith...because I want to experience everything to the fullest. I don't want to look back on a memory and wish I had done it differently or wondered what I had missed out on. I'll always be one to hold onto memories because to remember is to cherish. But without experiences, there will be never be any memories to look back on.