I sit and think about my life and I start tearing up because with the hardships that this world can put you through, life is still so beautiful. I am sitting here feeling my heart swell out of my ribcage because I am a human who can feel something. So simple yet so wonderful. Feelings. Emotions. Passion.
They are so great that I fear them. The thumping of my heart scares me because the things that make you feel so deep can hurt you the most. But maybe that just means you cared. Is it so bad to care? Is it so bad to feel something that is greater than yourself? Maybe feelings aren't so bad. Maybe we should welcome the heart palpitations, the butterflies and grinning for no reason. The day that I no longer feel is the day I realize that I am not alive any longer. It is 5.49pm on a Saturday. I am alive.