She was alive
and such a wonder had always been enough.
I keep returning to this, over and over.
Life can be a lot sometimes and when it is I tend to get caught up in my head.
What can I say?
I like understanding, but this always wanting to know and see and figure out has a tendency to get pretty exhausting at times because the thing is, more often than not, things simply make no sense.
But, whenever I (eventually) do remember to stop, take a few deep breaths and pay close attention to simple things like how certain notes resonate in my body, how magnificent stars are or how good the warm April sun feels on my skin, I’m brought right back to the reality that simply being alive, being human and being able to feel all this is pretty incredible.
Sure, feeling can be painful, confusing or downright terrifying, but if I’ve learned anything in my 23 years of life it’s that you can’t pick and choose what you want to feel.
Either you feel it all, or you feel nothing at all.
I’ve tried both and I’ve come to the conclusion that the first option is pretty much what makes this life thing worth while, so I’m gonna go ahead and stick with that.