If you ask me, being alive and simply existing are two entirely different things. Existing is easy. Being alive is a little bit more complicated. I've had to lay parts of myself to rest in order to experience it, and I'm still learning how to do it every time I find it necessary. I'm still learning how to hush the voices in my head that yell to one another about all the what-ifs and the could-bes. I'm still learning how to force myself to deny my doubts because they're so undeserving of space in the same brain that could do so many better things. I'm still learning how to put history behind me and leave no room for what does me no good. I'm still learning how to speak my mind, take up space, and stop apologizing for my opinions and my choices just because they aren't always understood or taken to kindly. But mostly, I'm learning that existence is settling while living is starving for improvement. Existence is saying, "This is how it's alway...
Welcome to the stories that have made and continue to make me who I am.