How do you live a full life?
Right now, this means trusting my instincts. It's filling my ears with familiar songs and walking unknown streets. It's being surrounded by people and feeling alone, but forever free.
It's the way the pages feel while I'm reading on the subway. Relishing the words and the story that are so vivid in my lap, and completely gone once I look up. It's the ache for some of it to be real, and the sadness knowing it never will.
It's the air and light that fill my lungs as I climb the stairs above ground. Each and every time. Once surfaced, it's nothing special. But it's the act of coming up for air, again and again, and having those moments, however brief.
It's knowing where to go without knowing where it'll lead me. And having peace whichever way.