Day 75/100
Notice how long it took me to publish this?. Well I just wanted to relax and digest more articles from other writers on here and I can say that all of you are absolute legends.
I often told people I exist and I do not live , and I used to say it as a joke but after giving it some ample thoughts , I realized I really didn’t live , I just existed. No hobbies anymore, no hangouts with my friends, I didn’t even talk to my family much, it was just me trying to do everything else , the little moments didn’t seem enjoyable anymore, there was no will or passion , it was just me running in circles waiting for a particular bell to strike my bones to silver , I was just waiting in my corner for maybe the best time to live and in all , nothing mattered to me.
But like I said I realized I needed to start living ,so to everyone out there who feels the same about this I’m writing a short poem for us .
Live first, while the world is still chewing on its excuses.
Let the quiet rooms argue with themselves.
you are not a footnote in the margin of your own story.
Be the ink that bleeds beyond the line,
Be the ember that refuses to apologize for its heat.
Live first in the cracks where rules grow ,
where the expected bends and lets light spill through.
Dance with disorder before order names you tame.
Sing to the doubt until it forgets the words it memorized.
Hold contradiction like two hands held together
the yes that carries a no, the no that carries a yes.
Do not count the bruises before the fall.
Scars are not receipts; they are receipts of having been alive.
Let the night teach you its black so that the morning
cannot trick you into calling it ordinary.
Salt and sugar share the same spoon,
but only the tongue decides which awakens the tongue.
Remember , There is no museum for unlived moments.
The past keeps its exhibits behind glass,
but the present is a door without a handle on the outside.
Push. The hinges will remember your weight.
Stop drooling in things you cannot control.
Let off the restraints.
Live first, and let the consequences catch up
like footsteps behind a runner who knows the finish is not a line, but a widening horizon.
xoxo❤️🌸