Life Sans Regret

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Queenstown. Seasons change – folk leave. It’s a transient place with transient people, people with one thing among others in common. They live large. They’re larger than life. They go hard, then some go home, or hound it to the next bright light. Others can hack it and hang out. Some keep coming back. But there’s always another adventure round the corner; there’s always something calling. You’ll meet the most amazing people, though keeping hold of them might be a game of catch-me-if-you-can. Perhaps FOMO is the philosophy here, but if you can embrace it, you live life from outstanding day to outstanding day, ride to ride, wave to wave, moment to moment. And wherever you end up in the end, you’ll never forget how it felt to fly…

So here’s one for the thrill-chasers, the moment-makers, the life-livers – the Queenstowners. And hey, who knows, chase a little life yourself, you might see them again.

 

Life Sans Regret

 

I’m a bird, bro

Don’t cage me

 

Things to do

People to see

Shit to learn

Clichés a plenty

 

But if you were gonna see

The things that I’ll see

 

And surf the snow

Ride the water

Hit the dirt

You’d get it with me

How it is just to be

 

Be here, be now

Be free

 

And to all the broken hearts

I’ll leave in my wake

Don’t angst out too much

I’m not a mistake

 

Enjoy me right now

And just don’t forget

Wherever I’ve gone

Whatever the scene

I’ll live sans regret

 

Life on the drop-off

With GCs I’ve met

 

No borders, no boundaries

No fun with a ban

Snow’s sweet for a season

Ride hard while you can

 

(c) 2015 Sara Litchfield

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