I should be studying. Should. Be. But I'm not. I have to stop and write and purge my mind and my thoughts.
I'm stressed to the max. My mind is filled with doubts and fear and anxiety and hopes and worry. I feel like I'm staring at a mountain, and I'm only at the bottom.
I have hope. One month ago, my dream began. It's weird to live inside your dreams and to wake up each day fighting for the next. I'm here. I am doing this, and trying not to drown. But, my head is above water. One day at a time.
Isn't that life? We get so overwhelmed sometimes, so many doors close, so many hearts break, so much hurt and pain and struggle. At times, it's hard just to wear a smile. But yet, I have always looked towards tomorrow. I think I get that from my mom. I've learned from her that a laugh can make anything seem small and even more so that loving when we don't feel capable can make everything ok.
I want to be like that. I want to give until I can't anymore. I want to love until I feel empty. I want to dream and lay and dream with another.
Even though sometimes it's overwhelming, life is so simple. We laugh, we love, we cry. But, we still wake up. We still breathe. We still laugh. There's always somebody else that can benefit from us, no matter how bad we THINK we have it.
With that said: I've carried a smile on my face more than normal lately. I've laughed and felt my stomach twist more than usual. I can't help but imagine the possibilities, of the stories being written.
You can interpret this how you like.