By Mark A. Leon

I love that my senses are pure.  
When I close my eyes and hear the sound of the River, I can feel and taste the refreshing spring water 

I love the ideals and fantasized view of love and a world where worth is measured in hugs 

I love the freedom of wanderlove.  To see and experience cultural experimentation without limits 

I love my weirdness.  Call me a dork, geek, silly, wallflower, strange but always remember I express my true self 

I love minimalism.  Truly holding on to what matters.  That is priceless

I love my family because they taught me what I didn't want to be yet helped guide where I'm meant to be 

I love that I'm still looking for answers 

I love every friend, lover, stranger and spiritual force that has entered my life during this journey 

I love that I never lost my childhood innocence 

I love the gift of words and hope someday, my legacy will be defined with reverence and remembered as a soul that cared