why do i keep living?

often i feel as if the world is hell bent on making everything faster and more hostile

i find myself unable to fit into the mold that society has for me, unable to meet many of the expectations and responsibilities placed upon me and falling behind many of my peers, though i doubt i ever was in the same page as them

often i feel small and vulnerable and extremely demotivated

then why keep living?

because the way the waves in the ocean crash against the rocks makes me shiver in awe

because i get to learn things

because the way the leaves flay around in the wind makes the trees look like they are dancing

because i get to ask myself questions about the nature of the world i am in

i get to talk to people, form connections with them, i get to understand and be understood by people, i am given a small glimpse into their love, their passion, their creations and fears and i too, share that with them, i hear and i am heard

whenever i listen to a new album, song, or i see a movie or a series i might cry, laugh, or be shocked by it, i might find something of value and then share that with someone

i get to read a new book which alters my perspective on the world

i learn how to play an instrument and express my feelings through it

i get to laugh about stupid things with my friends until im crying and my stomach hurts

my mothers cooking is really nice

i met people that make me so warm and fuzzy, so unconditonally accepted, and i hope i make them feel the same way

these are just a few reasons, i could be writing all day

people are so cruel and ruthless and so is the world, but i cant help but see beauty in every corner, i think thats plenty of a reason to keep living

"when its all over, i want to say i was a bride married to amazement"

"i dont want to end up simply having... visited this world"

- abigal thorn, how death changes your perspective (https://youtu.be/rLfzO7Sbdc4?t=46m46s)