Life Worth Living

The wind through your hair while you gasp for breath down the sidewalk won't change if you lose your friends. The small plant growing on your windowsill won't hear the screaming in your house. Your pet doesn't hate you if you cry. Life moves on with you, even when you're being pulled back. The sunlight stretching out in rays across the sky will stretch out to you as you're last to the first day of your work. The laughter of a baby isn't going to sour when they hear the latest piece of news.

Life is difficult. Life is hard. Sometimes it seems like the life that you live is separate from the blissful existence of creatures unaware of your woes. But they're the same existence. You, on the floor of your shower, crying and gasping for breath. You're the same existence as the you in the future, smiling for the first time in forever. The you who finds your other half, or takes another step with them when you thought you never could.

I have to be honest. You're not separate from the rest of the world. Us as humans aren't any different than the cat prowling after another lazy sunbeam. We both live. We both die. And the in-between between birth and death is all we have on this world.

If it's all we have, we make the best of it.