I met with one of my favorite authors today.
She told me that having nothing to lose and everything to gain when aiming for a goal is okay, but what if you acheive that goal? Then you have something to lose. Something they can take away.
The ache becomes more prominent. I came here knowing, and not caring that this trip might just kill me. After all, I had nothing to lose.
But now I do. I have someone I want to hold, and ideas unrealised. And fuck me, I want to live!
The irony isn't lost on me, I guess.