The life.

We do science because we want to find things out. We want to know what, why and how. We demystify.

Life is like science. We demystify too. We want to know.
 Except sometimes it takes courage to know.
Sometimes you want the mystery to stay unsolved, just for the excitement of there being a mystery. 

Life is like an experiment. Sometimes you need to carefully think about what you want and design your actions that way. Or sometimes you just do it for the heck of it, to see what happens. Without thinking about what the end could be. 

But either way its all a mess. We have our good days and our bad days.
Times we think and think and can't find an answer.
Where is this going, what am I doing, what do I want, and what will I find at the end of it all?

Rush

Doing something new. Being out there again after ages of hibernating. Opening up to let yourself free.

That feeling in your stomach, of insane fear mingled with excitement. Feeling your heart pumping away while you try to breathe. Blood throbbing through every vein. Feeling crazier and dizzier. Forcing yourself to not topple over as your feet try to take the next step, one closer, as your head gets fuzzier and you think you're going to black out.

Being alive, not just existing. Listening to the waves crashing against the rocks you're sitting on. Stars scattered over the sky. The cold night wind that makes you shiver. Rediscovering what you love.
And the rush.