Yesterday, I had a doctor’s appointment that shook me to my core.
I don’t really want to go into details but there is a lot that I need to think about with my future.
It’s crazy to think that every choice I make about my health right now, will affect how long I live.
I am only twenty-years-old and I have to consider making a living will.
How is that possible?
I have just begun my life of exploring myself and the world.
It’s in these moments where I want to go up to every person that walks by me and say, “Live your life to the fullest. Live every day like it is your last. Appreciate every moment and memory you make and never regret a thing because it was meant to happen that way for a reason. Love your body and take care of it. Treasure every breath and step you take in life, it means more than you think.”
I always try to stay positive but over the years I have realized, it’s okay not to be positive.
It’s okay to feel down about yourself or down about life.
For there to be positivity, there needs to be negativity to balance it out.
After all, the awful things that you go through in life make you appreciate the good.
It’s taking those situations and realizing that its a part of life and you just got to keep going. Keep hoping. Keep praying that it will all work out in the end.
If there’s one thing that I want to do in life, its to travel the world.
I want to experience every culture, see every country, and be in the shoe’s of others lives.
I want my perspective to change and grow.
I want to be amazed at all the beauty that lies within the roots of humanity.
To see how different we are, yet how similar.
To meet people who influence my mind in ways I didn’t even know were possible.
I want my breath to catch at the sight of something so magnificent.
I just want to live life so fully that I look back later in life and say, “God damn, was I lucky”.
I want an endless amount of memories from my travels, no matter how far or close they may be.
I am ready to take on this world and travel across it, as much as I can.
I hate that there is always judgment.
The judgment of the way people greet another.
The judgment when a person walks into a room.
The judgment of a how a person dresses.
Judgement is always there.
I know it’s human nature to automatically categorize, but I wish for once that there wasn’t judgment.
That you could walk into a room and no one would have a preconceived idea of you by your complexion.
This is when I refer to the quote, “You can’t judge a book by its cover.”
It rings completely valid.
The way a person looks, the way they may act at first moments, does not distinguish who they are.
The beauty lies in the bones of that person.
What crafts them into the human beings they have become.
Their little quirks, insecurities, wishes, and dreams. Their mind and soul.
That’s what makes a person.
The physicalities should be a small detail in what a person should be viewed as.