I want to live – I just rarely understand why. Or what exactly leads me to choose life.
There were days when everything felt simply black. When it seemed like even the flowers had stopped blooming and summer would never come. But even then – I still wanted to stand on my feet. I still wanted to keep going.
I often wonder what motivates us to live… Maybe it’s delicious food? The warm hugs of loved ones? A kind word? Or perhaps – the anticipation of beautiful summer holidays? What is it? Maybe it’s the image we carry in our minds – one that symbolizes the future or something we deeply long for. Whether that’s a family, a job that opens doors to dreamlike places, or maybe just a sense of material comfort.
I want life to be full of discoveries – from the tiniest to the greatest ones. Even those that are born on heavy days, when it feels like there’s nothing good left, but somewhere in the mind, a soft picture begins to form: Hey… I know it’ll get better. When I breathe hope, even just those words sound good, don’t they?
I often think what life would be like if we weren’t afraid to chase all of this. If we dared to give everything we have – life would shine so much brighter. All we need is a goal. And that goal – even if it feels small, worthless, or the opposite – way too big and unreachable – is something we all carry within.
I still connect it all with writing. With shaping thoughts and words – one next to the other. With those moments when everything feels tiresome, but I still want to write. And also – with that picture of the future, quietly waiting ahead.