Actually, I’ve never broken a bone.
One Republic’s “Native” album is one of my favorites (their albums usually are). If I’m going for a long drive, you can usually find me belting out the lyrics to one of their songs. Most recently, my favorite is “I Lived.”
What does it really mean to live?
To me, it means taking every opportunity I can find to try something new or to attempt to make a difference. It means doing the things that scare the crap out of me just to be able to say I did them.
That’s why a wonderful friend, Megan, and I, are going skydiving.
It’s not officially scheduled, but we’ve made plans to actually jump out of a plane and fall through the sky. Which is terrifying and awesome at the same time.
This is just one item out of a huge “bucket list” that I have yet to accomplish — some others including hiking part of the Appalachian Trail, exploring Greece and writing a book.
This one item on the checklist, though, represents so much, though. It represents overcoming fears to experience something that not everyone can say they’ve done.
So, Megan, don’t back out on me.
I, I did it all
I owned every second
That this world could give
I saw so many places
The things that I did
Yeah, with every broken bone
I swear I lived