Life well lived.
It’s 7am and I’m sitting at gate A6 of the Salt Lake City Airport. I’m waiting to hear the boarding announcement for my plane back to Vancouver and I can’t get this question out of my head.
“Am I truly living my life? My life. Not my parent’s lives, not my teacher’s life, not somebody else’s expectations for how my life should be, but my life. Am I truly living MY life?” (more…)