Walking

Left foot, right foot. The action of walking is one many don’t consciously think about. I’ve been walking for twenty one years, now going on twenty two this month. And it’s sort of insane to type that out. I’ll have lived for twenty two years soon. It doesn’t feel like I’ve done much. But then again what is doing.

Over the last years I’ve made a lot of different relationships with different people. I’ve learned more about people these last year or two than I have in my whole life. I’ve experienced many new things and have shared many new memories. I’ve chipped away at what it means to live and explore life just a tiny bit, and I have to say that I’m hungry for more. I want to explore the world, to read new things, to see things from others perspectives. I want to live!

I think I’ve always harbored some preconcieved notion that I would die, or kill myself. But today I cast that away, because in truth. I want to live!

So live I will. Before, I’ve always told myself to continue living because of my little brothers, and recently it was because I have someone who loves me. But now, I want to live because I want to live. Not because of something holding me back, not because of something holding me away from floating up, or a negative emotion telling me that it would be wrong to die. But because I want to live, and I want to grow, and I want to see all and everything this world has for me. Good or bad.

So I’ll start walking!

Left foot, right foot!