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I was created to be alive.

With every first breath in the morning-eyes fluttering open, hands stretched high, mouth twisted in a yawn.  The signal that I have made it through the night to live in another day. We have no guarantee of tomorrow, but we still set alarms.

With every stomach-knotting laugh, so deep in love with life and it’s moments it feels as though every fiber of your being is getting pulled.
With every beautiful person-the stranger who offers a smile, the faithful friend who holds your hand amidst the storm you are weathering.
With every mistake and wrongdoing- when words fly out of mouths unhinged, when yelling becomes the only form of communication because all words have run dry.
With every accomplishment-hands held high, shrieking in joy after winning the game.  Smile spread wide after seeing the A you poured night upon night of studying a textbook for.
With every tear.  Tears of happiness when you look in the mirror and realize you’ve recovered.  Tears of pain.  Silent sobs into a pillow, and stomach-churning sobs, sliding down your bedroom door, when the only thing you can see is darkness.

With every heartbeat, heartbreak.  Knowing they are yours, and the realization of simply thinking they were.

No, I was not created to be stagnant.  I was not created for comfort.  I was not created for only the good.  I was created for the ups and downs, highs and lows, hills and mountains.

I was created to be alive.


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