To feel like this, to let go and let the adventure of life take you over, is a rush...
I constantly find myself looking for that rush, that adrenaline force to the brain, that feeling you get that starts in your chest and sweeps up through your arms and shoots out your legs. That rush that says, Yes I am Alive. If it wasn't for my small adventures, random acts or my times of screaming at the top of my lungs. Idk how life would be rolling... but I'm guessing a lot less thrilling and really, who wants a mundane life.
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