Being alive can seem like the greatest burden. Existing is sometimes really hard for me. There is So. Much. evil, hate, and wrong that is done to innocent people who deserve none of the terrible, tragic, hard, bad things that happen to them. I feel ashamed to be human sometimes from the things that I read, see, and hear; and it hurts. It all hurts. Very badly. I don’t want to be a part of something destructive and around people who have absolutely no regard for anyone or anything.
I am not here to judge. That’s not what I’m doing. I’m just stating the simple truth, humanity feels like a heavy burden sometimes. But then, I wake up. I open my eyes and look at a ceiling that men I will never know created and put together. I sit up and look around my room and see all the little material things that were made by men, women, and children far and near, that I appreciate. I go outside and I look up. I realize that even though being here, being alive is hard at times, it is not a burden. It is a blessing to be here and, in fact, quite remarkable that we are here.
I am a human being who gets to wake up, make my own choices, and decide where I’m going in life and what I want to do with my life. I am more privileged than a lot of people and also less privileged than others. I appreciate all that I have and I cherish more the people in my life. I am thankful, grateful, and humbled every single day by everything. I don’t get to choose the situations that I go through, at least not all of them, but I do get to experience and live the beauty and wonder that is life. I get to love, care for, breathe, drink, play, hope, believe in, carry, read, become a part of, and just be. That is truly something. Despite all the bad and evil, there is a light that shines brighter, a connection that binds all of us together, an energy that flows deeply, and there is Love. Love is, in every way, stronger and better than all the evil and bad in this life and world; and all the struggles, obstacles, trials and tribulations are all worth it.
The feeling of sand between your toes, the sound of a baby’s laugh, the vastness of the sky, the beauty of the seemingly endless ocean, the rain drops that slide down the window, the tears that flow while you embark on a journey with the characters in the book you’re reading, the deep, warm feeling in the middle of your stomach when you’re doing something you love with kindred hearts and spirits, that spark of hope when you realize you can make a difference in something you care about, the undescribably incredible feeling of love you feel when you’re with people you love, that’s what life’s all about. It’s about that feeling of triumph when we conquer a fear, that feeling of proudness when you beat the odds, that moment of victory when you do the impossible, and when you see someone else doing the same and feel connected with that person. It’s about working through your fears and hardships. It’s about discovering and creating yourself, even while you’re going through the storm. It’s about not giving up when giving up seems like the only option. Life is hard and easy, right and wrong, fair and unfair. It takes struggle, hardships, and dark days, figuratively and literally, to truly appreciate and understand the good days, good times, happiness, and love in life.
That is the beauty of life.