Do you ever think about what it means to be alive
You sleep you eat you smoke you work you drink you love you hate you walk you climb you fall you lose you love again
But that's not it, is it?
Life is not simply loving and losing and loving
Do you remember the first time you saw the ocean? The first time you appreciated the sunset? The first time you stayed up all night and saw the sunrise from somewhere high? The first time you met your now best friend, the parking lot or the superman pants? The first time you watched a horror movie? The first time you drove your car with nowhere to be? Music up and the windows down? You cannot have bad memories without making good memories. Life can have a lot of bad memories. You might say oh that's what it is to be alive. To feel pain is to be alive, right. Though... Isnt the moment we loved something the moment we learned to be alive? That second time at the ocean, the second first kiss, the second horror movie. Sometimes it rains at the ocean, sometimes kisses are horrible, sometimes a horror movie is extra scary. But we would have never tried it a second time if we had not fallen in love with it the first time.
To be alive is to be able to try again.
~smb~
(please don't steal my words)
