It is called life, but it sure as shit doesn't feel that way.
It feels like dead end jobs, and endless bills.
Distractions.
It feels like not enough oxygen.
Not enough time.
Until there really is not enough time.
Suddenly you realize that your life is happening without you.
Suddenly, more often than not, in the form of disease.
Disease that exposes mortality in a brutal way to your unrealistic mind,
and forces you to confront life in all its raw truth.
Everything gets pretty goddamn clear then.
You see that your life is precious and delicate, and pray
you are not too late to the party.
Fight back, then you begin to live.
Fight to expose your essence to the world, fight to be who you are
and only who you are.
Allow yourself to go after happiness, and not as a luxury.
Taste life in all its fragile glory.
Stand tall against life's brutal onslaught with pride in who you are.
You will be respected.
You will regain dignity.
You will feel alive.
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