This life. Fully lived. Deeply enough.

This life. Fully lived. Deeply enough

I choose to live while I am still here.
Not halfway. Not carefully.
But fully-
With my hands open to everything life dares to place in them.

I taste the days as they come.
I care for my body as a borrowed miracle.
I hold my friends close, knowing laughter is a form of prayer.
I allow myself to be loud, strange, and unpolished.
I go out into the world and stumble-
not with shame, but with a smile-
Because falling is part of walking,
and mistakes are only life teaching me in its own language.

I do not aim to be perfect.
I aim to be honest.
If I can be an excellent example of being human,
that is enough.
That is the lesson I leave behind –
And the one I whisper to myself each morning.

I remind my heart, again and again,
That life is a gift wrapped in ordinary moments.
That every breath is undeserved grace.
That gratitude is not for later,
Not for loss,
Not for funerals, where we finally say
“Life was short.”

I refuse to wait for grief to teach me the urgency.

I live now.
I live today.
I wake up glad-
Glad to be alive,
Glad to be myself,
Glad to be unfinished and still becoming.

And I say this without longing or regret:
I am happy with this life.
By God’s quiet grace, I have had enough-
Enough love to soften me,
Enough pain to deepen me,
Enough joy to remind me why I stayed.

I do not desire another life.
I do not ask for a second script,
Or a better stage,
Or a rewritten past.

This life-
With its scars and songs,
Its losses and small triumphs-
It is more than adequate.
It has already given me everything I needed to become myself.

So I try, each day, to be the best version of myself-
And then I go one step further:
I fall in love with that person.

What a rare miracle it is to exist at all.
What a beautiful, trembling, generous world this is.