I like learning, I like going, I like doing. I like being, I like staying, I like sharing. I like eating, I like drinking, I like you.
I like cuttlefish.
I've rolled around in the grass to feel its pokiness while I get
dizzy. I've walked in the south Louisiana rain to feel wet while it
soaks me. I've tried the food that I know I don't like because I
may have changed my mind without my noticing. I've started an
argument in the hopes of being convinced that I
am wrong. I've kissed a llama. I've saved a hummingbird's life. I've crushed a person's soul. I've loved without losing.
The baubles I collect are experiences; the currency of my richness is memory. I'm just happy to be here.
All that matters to me is if in your soul is something with keen eyes and sharp teeth, not some little hoofed thing munching on grass. Something that is always moving forward or through whatever is in its way.
In adjectives three, I am thinking, playful, and sincere.
And when I get tired of all that, I'm jaded, disdainful, and ironic. Like with politics. Regarding these two sides of me, the things that push me toward the first three are snuggles, teaching, and silliness.