because I wanted to live deliberately.
I wanted to live deep
and suck out all the marrow of life.
To put to rout all that was not life,
and not, when I had come to die,
discover that I had not lived.
Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving in a pretty, well preserved body but rather to skid in sideways, totally used up, totally worn out, champagne in one hand…strawberries in the other screaming “Woohoo! What a ride!
