Lately, I've been thinking about how much I love to experience life. I'm not one of those people content with waking up, going to work, coming home, laundry, clean the house, news, bed. Are you?
I need to feel like I'm alive. I've been hang gliding, zip lining, jumped out of a plane, visited seedy salsa clubs to dance (mainly with old Hispanic men who like blond hair), gone parasailing, target practice...I could go on.
I don't want life to pass me by. I want to experience it and hence I'm usually looking for that next rush.
What's your rush to experience life? What do you do to know you're alive?