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3.14.2017

Being Alive

Being alive is not the lame act of breathing, it means so much more. Being alive is to feel full of feelings, sadness or happiness, doesn't matter if they are bad or good. Being alive is not to be empty walking meat and bones without a soul. You should listen to the voice that tells you to do things that make you happy, not the voice that tells you that if you do something you'll have a bad result from it, even if its a good thing.
In my case, being alive is receiving love from my friends and family, going out and inhaling fresh air, looking at a beautiful landscape, watching forms in the sky, kissing and loving even if its not meant to be.
Even if living the moment seems dangerous, you should go out of your shell, try new things. Because in the end, there's only nothing. Dead bodies don't talk, they don't love, they just lay in a tomb and get rotten and eaten by the worms. 
Personally, I don't think that afterlife there's something else, the sky and hell are here in this earth, in this atmosphere, so, I don't want to think that if I do the things I love, I'll be punished. I want to live intensely from now on. I want to love and make friends without fearing about pain and disappointments and anxiety. I don't want to be depressed because of the past, I don't want to just breath and waste the short time that I was given to be alive. 

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