I breathe each breath with determination. I push a little harder than necessary to achieve. I am aware that at any moment this will all be taken away. It gets more difficult with each passing day.
There was a time when these challenges wouldn’t have phased me. Was then I roaming in Neverland playing with the other children? Or was I truly so naive as to assume that growing up was an option? This adulting bullshit is for the birds!!! Had I only quit chasing the moment and focused on anything… Alas, but would I be who I am today?
Some costs are worth the price. In the lack of clarity, I became myself. That cannot mean it was all a mistake etched in stone. Maybe those mistakes were already written and necessary. That suffering endured was just a test to graduate me to the next process. Maybe there is light in this darkness that inhibits my vision for tomorrow.
Maybe, all is not lost.