To see the days turn to night where the horizon is a palette-- Red, orange, pink, blue. To feel the darkness of the night envelope you, everything softly illuminated by the moonlight. To have sounds of daily life surround and draw you in, leaving you slightly entranced. To indulge in good weather, have the wind, sun, rain, storms enthrall you. O what a beautiful day it could be.
To experience first hand, the extremes of emotions that humans are capable of: Anger, sadness, disappointment, worry, happiness, peace and joy. To form thoughts and have them translated through words, music, expression and actions. And be understood.
To go through trials to toughen yourself because "What doesn't kill you makes you stronger" and learn from the lessons how to stand after a fall, all by yourself. To grow to become increasingly self-aware of your actions and the consequences, and to grow and mature as the time comes by your way.
To eventually leave your family to find your own, to search for friends that are true and precious. To understand the power of kinship and to treasure it, to feel that pain of something lost. To have joy in discovery and contentment in having what you have.
To see the world through a different lens and run a mile in others' shoes and realise that you can be a better person, after that. To truly understand the meaning of love and craft a definition unlike others'. To embark on a search to be the best that you can be.
To feel warmth in a hug and assurance in words, to be touched by a tear and moved by an action. To know that there might be a soulmate in a not-so-distant place and to feel lucky when you meet. To recognize someone purely by a silhouette and to identify another just by voice.
To see the clock tick and know it's not going backward, to see the candles on your cake increase, to tear out page after page in your diary and realise Time is never going on rewind. And then this stark realisation is a reminder to cherish, cherish, cherish; that the sand from the hourglass will seep through the crannies of your hands even if you grasped it tight. You just have to let it go, let it flow, but not without thought.
Finally to appreciate life in all its beauty and in entirety, to come to understand that without pain there can be no joy, without sadness no happiness, without loss a gain, without hate, peace.
I have to remember like pen on wood one thousand times: I must see all that, must cherish, treasure, appreciate and etch every moment carefully, treat others kindly, resolve every regret, to love with all I have, to do my best in every way possible.
It's hard; but it's a start.
