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I have often said in the past that the only times I truly feel like I am alive is when I am travelling.

I have decided that I am done with dying. I am done with passing each day like a walking corpse, a ghost-scented human. I choose to live. I choose to walk through life breathing fully.

I want a breath of fresh air. I want to breathe fire and drink the smoke of my lost causes. I want to breathe water and dissolve into life rather than drown.