I had a deep conversation with a friend of mine who I think I have a lot in common with.  We are both constantly seeking an intensity to life, different ways to deepen the experience of being on this planet.  I have trouble believing that some people skate through their entire lives just “being.”  Going to work, raising their families, just existing to take up space and move on.  At a recent funeral I was just hit with the emptiness of it all.  I mean, yes, this person was loved and shared their incredible love with everyone they met.  But at the same time they let a completely unremarkable life.  I don’t want my eulogy to read like that.  I have a deep seated need to experience “more.”  My friend said we are meant to feel whatever we feel but sometimes I feel so damn guilty about my desires.  Still suffering from my puritian upbringing and wrestling with the expectations I am required to meet each and every day.  Some days I just want to flush all my responsibilites down the toilet and “rip it and grip it.”