The desire to feel intensely Again / Der Wunsch wieder intensiv zu Fühlen / O desejo de sentir intensamente Novamente / El deseo de sentir intensamente Otra Vez

I am tired of the idea of living today as if it were my last day. What about living today as if it were my first day.

I love to remember. I love to slip away from reality and go somewhere I have been and stay a while there inside my yesterdays.

But instead of remembering, how exciting would it be if you could experience the beauty of everything around you as if it were the first time.

How thrilling it would be to see the wonder in a sunrise … for the first time.

Think about all that you value in your life and pretend for a moment that you could awaken tomorrow and experience them once more … for the first time.

How exciting would it be to treat everyone you meet tomorrow like it was the first time, taking the time to re-discover why you love them, why you call them friend, why you enjoy their company so much.

Take it a step further and see the World around you for the first time, too. The house you live in, the car you drive, the neighborhood, the trees, the birds, your dog and your hamster.

Everything in your life, everyone in your life, was once a first time. Dare to appreciate all of it again like it was the first time.

Yes, I am tired of the old idea of living today as if it were my last. The real excitement is living today as if it were my first.

The first note is always the loudest. How quickly each feeling starts to fade as you adjust your expectations, and protect yourself by gradually tuning out the world.

Sometimes you reach a point when you can’t feel anything at all, just a ringing in your ears.

Until like Beethoven, you find yourself pounding the keys of your life to feel anything at all. Trying to make the ground thunder below your feet.

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It makes you wish you could look around with fresh eyes, and feel things just as powerfully as you did when you felt it for the first time. Before expectations, before memory, before words.

Of course eventually, it all starts to fade again. Until like Beethoven, you look up from the keys, and have to ask yourself, ‘Ist es nicht schon?’ – ‘Is it not beautiful?’

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