What takes my breath away?

Yesterday, I was contemplating the reason for my existence. Not the reason for why I am here, but my own reason for why I keep myself here. I wondered what my motivation was for staying alive. For a moment, I didn't know. There is so much struggling waiting, and worrying that fills the vacant space between vibrant times of life. What could possibly keep me motivated to live each day? My conclusion: I live for the experiences that I have yet to experience. There are SO many. Why would someone ever want to cut their life short? It's impossible to experience everything. Each day is an opportunity to enlighten ourselves and experience something new.

Casey and I are developing our, would you say, bucket list tonight. Our goal is to take advantage of this time in our lives where we don't have any (or many) commitments. Things like going to an apple orchard on a fall day, going for a hike, kayaking, we even might skydive (it was a thought!). Why not do these things? New experiences make life fun and adventurous! Hey, I'm running my first marathon in 2 weeks... awesome! I need something like that every week, or everyday. Even if it just means enjoying an hour long bus ride on the way home from a meet just like I did yesterday. Those are the moments the make life meaningful to me.

This is why I live:

"Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away"