Few things overwhelm me as much as the thought of all of the beer I haven’t tried, books I haven’t read, and music I haven’t listened to.
I just know that I’m missing out on some amazing things.
That said, I don’t want to take for granted the amazing things I’ve already experienced.
I want to live. I want to live as much as possible.
“I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practise resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms.”
— Henry David Thoreau, Walden: Or, Life in the Woods