When people talk about their first love everyone always assumes it’s a person. The first person you ever fell in love with or were in a relationship with.
My first love was life. Do you not remember as a child how everything was exciting. Everything was an adventure. Can you remember wanting to get up in the morning, being able to wake up without 7 alarms and being thrilled that the day was beginning. Even the things we did repeatedly were fun. School meant playtime and make believe and doing fun projects, cutting and sticking, seeing your best friend, ice cream for dessert at lunch. Remember when we didn’t want to go to bed at night, not because we wanted to watch another episode on Netflix, or because we’re drunk at a club, but because we felt there was still more to get out of the day.
As a child I was so in love with life, I grasped everything with both hands and had so much joy in even the smallest little things. Why as we grow up do we lose that? Why do we no longer spring up in the mornings ready to live. Why do we ever pretend not to like things or hide our passions? At what point in growing up did I fall out of love with life?
I want to regain that full, unending joy for purely being alive. Happiness at the fact that I exist at all. I want everything to feel like an adventure, even if it’s going to Aldi to buy milk.
To quote Ronan Keating
I hope you never lose your sense of wonder
You get your fill to eat but always keep that hunger
May you never take one single breath for granted
God forbid love ever leave you empty handed
I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean
Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens
Why don’t we all try being in love with life for a few days, see what a difference it makes?