Life

I can't remember myself being thrilled to live. Not before I was like 8. 

Yesterday I went to the aquarium and I think it was the first time I realized I am finally feeling like living again; maybe it is because sharks are one of my favorite animals, and seeing them after a bad week made me extremely happy; I have loved marine biology since I was a kid. Yesterday I felt like that kid again.

I found myself tired but finally with the will to discover what's next, tired of living yet excited to do so. It's a strange feeling, not wanting to move and to want to go all around the world. I want to go out for coffee with my best friend, see my friends at college, walk around while laughing, and fall in love with people, animals, experiences, and well living. 

I'm so scared of everything but this time I think I can take it because at least I'm doing it. I have tortured myself into being perfect I forgot how it was to be me without the expectations of others. I'm me, weird, clumsy and NOT perfect. And that's okay if that make me want to live again.