All or nothing

For a short time, we were living on the fast track.
It was a different city, a different country, a different life.
We were out all night, not getting close to enough sleep, laughing all day long.
We spent hours running around, searching for new places, chasing our shadows.
No thing or person could stop us, could take away what we had, could bring us down.
We were living for the moment, not caring about yesterday or tomorrow, not once bringing up the past, not once contemplating what the future would have in store for us once we got home. That word - home - didn't even feel right anymore, we weren't really able to remember what it meant.
It wasn't dangerous, but it was exciting. More exciting than everything we'd ever done before. For the first time, we were on own our, literally and figuratively, nobody there to guide us in case we got lost.
It was all or nothing; and it had never felt better.