There are these times in life when you become overwhelmed by a feeling of near-happiness.
You don’t want to call it happiness because you’re not sure it really is happiness.
And if it is, you’re too scared to admit it because there’s always that chance that you’ll jinx everything.
But you know it in your soul.
Your toes are swifter and your hands feel more.
The things you grasp at seem more surreal somehow because they carry more significance now.
The books you read mean more to you.
You appreciate the song you’ve got stuck in your head somehow.
The people you see every day become less the people you see every day and more like interesting souls that somehow share a part of themselves with you.
And welcome you to share a part of yourself with them.
And they get your jokes and you make them smile and their laughter becomes infectious.
And for the first time since you last remembered, you’re waking up in the morning knowing things instead of trying to forget things.
Anticipating things instead of fighting your regret over things.
Moved by what you’re capable of.
Driven by what you’ve been dreaming of.
That is why people don’t give up on themselves.
That is why we don’t let go.
That is why we fight.
And die. For what we love.
Because love for life isn’t a fad.
It’s not a trend.
It is everything.
It is in you.
It is in the person next to you.
It is in whoever you thought you were yesterday.
Stop wasting it away.
Stop feeling sorry for yourself.
Stop blaming everyone.
Stop waiting around.
Turn and face yourself.
Look yourself in the eye and tell yourself what’s up.
Tell yourself how this will pan out.
And then ride that precious wake straight into the bliss of oblivion because fuck what people think.
This is yours.
It’s all you now.