Days off are rare. The pressure to always perform at the best of your ability can be trying. You feel as if you're giving your all but still they demand more. Time is precious and they are asking for all of it. You never realized you could be spread so thin and yet still be alive. But what does it even mean to be alive? Is it simply to breathe, to have a pulse?
To live, to be alive, is far more than the synchronicity of vulnerable organs. To be alive is to be an attribute, a testimony of the conquistadors who surpassed the struggles that so often lead to death. To be alive is to feel emotion. Is to get angry when you see the negative outcomes of nuclear warfare, or the brutality of children bullying, or grown men sacrificing the success of others to achieve monetary fortune.
To live is to fall in love. To get your emotions all twisted up like a ball of string being chased by an apathetic cat, just passing the time. To feel the flutter of Oxytocin streaming through your veins with the slightest brush against his skin. You feel like your falling. You feel like you're flying. You feel alive.
To live is to grow. To see yourself change each time you look in a mirror. It is to learn. To learn from others. To learn from God. To learn from yourself. To live is to explore. To challenge yourself to be something more than what you are so obviously settling for.
To live is to struggle. To lose. To pinch every penny. To be hungry and tired. To give your all and get no appreciation at all. To live is to hurt.
To live is to strive. To bask in the rays of your success. Hard work does pay off. But am I trying hard enough?
To live is to question. To answer. To become. To explore.
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