I want to chase the rush of a bear sighting on the Appalachian Trail; talk with strangers as I explore the main streets and back roads of small town America; learn to play the guitar and write my favorite guy a song that we’ll sing as we sip whiskey in dive bars. Let me struggle to catch my breath as I’m kissed under the Dark Sky in Maine. Let me question God, challenge politics, and never satisfy the incessant hunger to experience more. I don’t want comfort. I want clarity.

A life that howls with meaning.