Life is too short to resist.
so if you've ever gotten an email from me, you've seen this is my sign-off.
i tend to mumble to myself randomly alot, and much like a room full of monkeys typing until they write the full works of shakespeare by chance, sometimes i come up with something that means something to me.
let's face it. at some point, we'd all like to say "if i died tomorrow, i'd have lived a full life." personally, i can say "if i die tomorrow, i've lived more than most people will in their full lifetime.", and i think it's because, in some ways, i was raised with the above phrase in mind.
when i was four in amsterdam (true story), i ordered escargot at a restaurant. which apparently stunned the waiter, who sought confirmation from my mother. she approved, explaining that i had been taught that i was not allowed to decide that i DIDN'T like something until i actually TRIED it. and upon trying escargot, i had loved them, and she had been having trouble stopping me from ordering them everywhere we went.
it was a family rule around food that seems to have seeped into my entire life. i HATE people who say they don't like things without some form of exposure to it. there is SO much love in life (the use of CAPITAL LETTTERS, for example), why would anyone restrist their options, their taste buds, their options?
baffles the mind.
i'm not necessarily endorsing anarchy here, loves. just a healthy dose of curiousity and a willingness to taste things a little.
so i do believe that, no matter how your life unfolds, it's almost your duty to fill it to the top.
and maybe let a little spill over the rim.