Sometimes, I find words overused. One can create similar works with similar characters, settings, plots, and feelings with the stroke of a pen.

Yet, memories, adventures, travels and moments are vibrant.

They're alive. They're active.

Perhaps if we fully lived in these moments then we would be able to produce more than ramblings. We could produce a story set in motion, inspired by less than mere words, but rather by: a hearty laugh of an old man, an eye-squinting sunset, the climb of a mountain, a dive into a crashing wave, or a road trip to an unknown destination. There is no room for rambles in a life full of living.