So here i sit, done with all of my work, but fearing a loss of my inspiration. i strive to live a life full of inspiration, a life where i will not even have to hesitate for a second when i go to write down all the beauty that i have witnessed throughout that day. i want the answers to be floating above my head, with the stars, yet within a much more reasonable reach than hundreds of light years. i just want it to be my own. i picture myself, standing there, in a familiar awe, yet different from any other one i've ever experienced. i want each day to be a new and beautiful opportunity to grasp those stars, whatever form they may take each and every day.

there is truly nothing i fear more than lying on my death bed. however, i do not fear lying there, as the life seeps out through my pores, never to be replenished, waiting for death. i know this will happen. i do not fear this inevitable fact of life.
what i do fear, though, is lying on my death bed, and thinking back on the life that i have lived and not being satisfied... not being able to say that i've accomplished living for everything i've always wanted to live for; for not being inspired on a daily basis; for not witnessing something beautiful each and every day, or at least, taking the time to notice something beautiful which undoubtedly surrounded me, each and every day of my existence.

quite simply, there is nothing more i fear in life than the failure to live.

so, as i sit here, staring at my checked off homework assignment pad, i find myself wondering what i should do next... remembering that there is more to life, more to living, than simply always finishing work, waiting for something to be over, looking forward to one single event in the future... merely existing.

it is time to start living.