
Apparently tomorrow, I turn 26. For some reason, it’s a much more special day for me than the past 25, or at least the ones that I remember. I’d like to celebrate my life and glad that I’m alive. I am alive. It’s kind of odd to brag about. But people die everyday—- real death and as well as the monotony of just existing and not truly living—missing those connections with loved ones. Both are tragic in their own way. I’m really lucky to be alive. And as for other people in my life. Instead of worrying why some people have to die and lamenting why some have died, I should be asking why I haven’t seized every moment with the ones still living. It’s not too late.
I’m Feeling everything. God damn it. Every day. I’m feeling everything. The cool air touching my skin, the warmth of a hug, and noticing the smile and laughter when another person understands my dumbass jokes. And the tears that run down my face, It’s not embarrassing, I’m not over dramatic, Its my body really letting me know, reminding me, that I’m a human being, and that there are so many people that I love in my life. I matter to people.
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