Because sometimes ya gotta explore.

Even if it’s just a drawer, a hotel room, or a black box with buttons.

Even if it’s a remote control, a waste basket, or your own reflection in the mirror.

Ya gotta touch it, taste it, feel it.

And then, when you’re all done with that, you gotta find something else. Something else to pull yourself up to and peer over. Something to climb onto, and teeter on wobbly legs until you figure it out.

Something to hold, to crumple in your hands, to squoosh between your fingers. And realize how much fun it is.

This life.

Go explore it.

Go conquer the next hill, or hotel room. Look around.

Go as fast as you can or take it slow.

Crawl to the beginnining, if you have to, plop down in the middle, but GO. To that ever-mysterious end.

Don’t be afraid of the end!

Follow that stream of light, chase that golden rainbow.

Go all out, ALL the way, my dear!

Discover all the layers. The ones that are hidden, and those that are shining beneath the surface of hardened callouses. Of thickened skin.

Discover all the textures of wonder and disappointment. Joy and pain.

And delight, in-between.

Touch and feel EVERYTHING.

Go gentle, go easy, or go hard, but

Go!

The world is your oyster, baby.