I’m alive.
To me…
Surviving with my life is everything.
When fear tries to keep me down…
This is what I come back to.
I am alive.
My story isn’t over.
I haven’t lost yet.
Every breath.
Every step.
Every choice.
Matters.
I know sorrow.
I know pain.
But every set back is a step forward…
Every failure is a lesson.
There is no end.
As long as you have breath in your lungs…
There’s a chance.
A chance to create the life you want.
One you could love.
The tears and despair…
I know they will always be there in some ways…
But love.
My love for my life.
For myself.
For what matters to me.
That is what matters.
That gives me a reason to be here.
To keep going when everything feels lost.
Because life is a gift.
A beautiful gift.
And no one knows how long we have.
So if given the choice…
I am choosing life.
I am choosing love.
