“Pura Vida” – I keep hearing from the moment I wake up to the moment I go to sleep. For those unfamiliar, this is Costa Rica’s “motto”. The equivalent to the Canadian “eh” or “sorry”. Just with a lot more life poured into it.

Pura vida translates to Pure Life, or Simple Life.

As I sat on the beach yesterday, holding a glass of cheap cold white wine, I witness the surfers howling at the sunset.

Clapping in joy as the day wraps to an end.

Fuck.

It is so simple to live, how do we ever forget?

To appreciate the little things.

To infuse life, proactively, with bliss.

How much do we really live? How much do we worry? How much time do we spend in the past or the future?

How many kisses have we held back, how many hugs did we not give, how many words remained unsaid and hearts untouched out of fear?

Fear of being too much, fear of not receiving a gesture back. Fear of pushing the other away.

Fuck that!

The world is plagued with mediocre and untold love stories.

Lukewarm embraces. “What’s up” text messages.

Not for me. I choose not to add to that.

I am reminded, as I hear the surfer howls, of a place that is home. A place in the heart.

A way of being that is wild in its essence. Unfiltered, Unapologetic. A force of nature that lies within.

Burning, consuming passion.

There is no point in watering down who we are, just to fit someone else’s small world.

The world needs more fire, less correctedness. More audaciousness and boldness, less tippy toeing attempts. More people living on the edge, fucking up, less what ifs, less monotony.

I hope to arrive to my death drunk, in love and a little late.

As a good friend says: Life’s too short, I’ll be damned if I waste it playing small!