life

I feel like starting to live again. I feel like making the mistakes I always wanted to make, but never had to courage to, facing up to the feelings of panic that might well come back, but whose presence will merely weary me, since I know I'm not going to die because of them. LIVE. If you live, God will live with you. If you refuse to run risks, he'll retreat to that distant heaven and be merely a subject for philosophical speculation.

my soul is complete, because my life has meaning. I look at sunsets and believe God is behind it.

there are people who live each day as if it were their last, while the old live each day as it were their first.

I want to feel the rain on my face, to smile at the man I feel attracted to, be unashamed of showing my feelings, go to church, go out to a club and dance all night until I drop, tell my mother I love her. I want to give myself to one man, to the city, to life, and finally to death.