I have made an irrevocable, staunch covenant with life. I believe in living and giving as much as I can; this living is different from mere existence.
A warm sunny day in the desolate December, a cold breeze in the agonising April, all move me, make me aware of the immense joy of living and life. 

Carl Jung said, “The privilege of a lifetime is to become who you truly are.” I believe what you really are is alive. To survive and embrace this life is the best privilege and the hallmark of individuation. I have a bone to pick with Robert Frost on this matter. His famous poem was as follows:

A voice said, Look me in the stars
And tell me truly, men of earth,
If all the soul-and-body scars
Were not too much to pay for birth.

As a man grounded on Earth, I can truly say that every scar was worth it and I wear it as a badge of honour. Every disintegration shaped me and it shapes others too, if one has the plasticity to adapt to those failure points. It is for this reason, I make this sacred tryst with nature. Not with a fictional God, but with the numinous nature of life. The sheer complexity, beauty, and diversity that deeply resonates with every conscious soul. Anyone who appreciates this gift, would do anything to survive, thrive, and imbibe.