I wrote this almost a year ago. I’ve forgotten about it, but today while I was looking through some of my old stuff, the first thing I saw was a torn paper. When I read the words, they made me smile and it’s funny because it felt like I wrote them when I was 6 not 16 and for some reason I wanted to share them with the world:
I’ve been here for 17 years, and I’m finally starting to understand what life is all about.
Life is just an enormous grip, wrapped around your throat. It tightens more and more with every second that goes by, suffocating you. Stealing the breath out of you.Filling your lungs with emptiness, but it doesn’t matter as long as you get used to it.
Force youself to make that grip melt with your body, and let it be a part of it. When you do, you’ll hear yourself breathing normally, but this time with a new definition of normality and the pain won’t go away yet you won’t be feeling it anymore.
Eventually with days passing by and us getting older, it’ll be horrible if we’ll have to live without the grip, becaue it keeps us strong, it keeps us wide awake and most important of all; it keeps us struggling….and that’s the real reason behind why we love to live but we still pretend not to believe in it….think about it…….