Not Another Post on 'Life'

Life is made of short lived tales of beauty, unspoken flatteries and half-hearted smiles. Sometimes we fail to appreciate the big things, the things we all need that are necessary for daily survival and instead focus on the tiny, insignificant things that succeed in altering our moods - either drastically or ever so lightly. We fail to realise that we are so fortunate in this world - so fortunate to be breathing with ease, to be held in place by gravity, to be able to fill ourselves up physically and figuratively with things that are important, things that are crucial to our survival and most importantly, our happiness.

We have spent a lifetime trying to figure out what it means to be alive, happy, free and fleeting in the very steep, dark woods of this place we've been placed. Choices don't exist sometimes, we didn't choose to enter this specific world and we didn't choose to get our hearts broken over what we possess and what others don't. We aren't lucky, we were chosen to be. Even during the moments where we want to end our choices and our breathing, we are reminded of these things. Sometimes they preside over the poison, acting as the driving force that keeps us intact - keeps us from melting to the very core of our being; melting into nothing but sweet melodies that are bound to fade eventually. We all fade away, we are all forgotten - although we are all remembered somehow.

I feel too much most of the time. My heart breaks every day over words that linger in the air unspoken, over faceless strangers that fail to curve the corners of their lips, over exhausted mothers yelling at their magical children, over lonely animals searching the streets for crumbs and over unappreciated greenery that never fails to stain us with an inkling of hope. We are all alone, but we are together. My heart is constantly divided between the lonely company that accompanies us and the clarity we feel when we lace our fingers together with souls that seem to match our own.

We are constantly searching for ways to feel alive and by doing so, we forget to breathe. The air that surrounds us is paradoxically pure and tainted - but it's there. We so often forget to inhale the good things and exhale the bad. But we exist, and we should never forget to remember that.