I’ve already lived a million lives in different bodies and places and times, and now I’m on the downhill slide, ready to try it all again.
Will I do better next time at appreciating everything offered to me, or will I once again drown under the weight of my regrets?
I’ll still cry over every mountain I haven’t climbed, every ocean I haven’t touched, and every starry sky I didn’t dance under, but at least -and only just once – I got to dance with you.
This was written in response to Maya Stein’s Tri-Writing prompt: How old do you feel inside and why? Tell us in 3 lines.
