give me wings, i need to fly.

I'm taking a moment to reflect on what I've done so far with this one wild and precious life I've been given.  What other lives I've been involved in, who I've let be involved in mine, the transcendent memories that still lay silent in the wings until I need them, lips I'll never kiss again, stories I'll never be able to retell quite like they were lived.  Houses I've called my home, friends I've called my own, cobblestones streets in old European cities I've walked down alone, all of these things make up the tiniest most insignificant thing in the universe - a single life.  Yet, without my one, or yours, or another single one, we would be a whole lot of nothing.  The phenomenon of retrospect is huge, wondering what I've done with the past twenty-three years and what I will do with however many remain.  There are so many unknowns, so many doubts and fears, yet I can only do so much apart from diving in headfirst and hoping I don't hit the bottom.  I feel really positive about the direction life is leading, and the decisions I'm making that will shape a hopeful future.  The current mundane will undoubtedly lead to something much more fulfilling.  The sequence of heartbreak will someday result in a life worth sharing.  The torrential downpour that sometimes floods our wills and souls will soon dry out and reveal uncharted waters.  I'm.  So.  Ready.