I’m at a place right now in which I don’t want passion. That fades.

I want peace.

I don’t want to let things slide. I want accountability.

I don’t want to hear me say that’s just the way I am. We can change whenever.

Because I want many things right now, that list can go on and on.

If I got sick tomorrow, I’d want one thing—more time. Suddenly my shyness would be gone. I’d swallow the pride to apologize for what I did to hurt anybody.

Here’s the thing, maybe I don’t get sick tomorrow.

Isn’t it more beautiful to live life saying what I want and hoping to do it again tomorrow?

I sure think so.