"The sweetest thing in all my life has been the longing —
to reach the Mountain, to find the place where all the beauty came from —
my country, the place where I ought to have been born. Do you think it all meant nothing,
all the longing? The longing for home? For indeed it now feels not like going, but like going back."

~C.S. Lewis

Sunday, May 8, 2011

Oh, to live!

I want to go on an adventure and backpack through Europe and jump out of an airplane and be caught from a fall and save someone’s life and diffuse a dangerous bomb and grow my hair to my waist and travel back in time and become a black belt and ride an elephant across the savanna and do something impossible and go to a ball and dive off a ship and be rescued from certain death and rock climb on a cliff and tame a wild horse and sing in Phantom of the Opera and be carried when I’m hurt and swim in the Caribbean and find a pearl in an oyster and fight off a bad guy and fly on a dragon and hike in the mountains and bring someone to justice and be kissed in the rain and give a name to a star and walk through a wardrobe.