Hi, I Exist

To exist. To have objective reality or being. Or to live, especially under adverse conditions. To be found. To make something of yourself. To mean something to this world, and to make your existence memorable. Isn't that what we're all here for? To figure out who we are, and to prove to the world that we are different from the rest, that we can actually make a change? Do we stop existing at some point? Our empty bodies float down the streets and it's like we're stuck in a routine. People rushing here and there, totally oblivious to what is surrounding them. Our heads are stuck in their own world. Our phones die and suddenly we find ourselves without a charger and it's the end of the world. Complaining about having to go to school and work because we are too selfish to realize how good we actually have it. You're alive, and if that's not something to smile about, then I don't know what is. We lose ourselves in the white noise between our minds and reality. Between each other. Between wanting to improve, and actually doing it. Value yourself, because believe it or not, you actually exist for a reason. But in order to exist, we need to live... One day, we'll all wake up and realize there isn't any time to do the things that we've always wanted to do. You never realize how fast time goes by until you look back on all the things that you have accomplished. It's a known fact that we create our own reality. But I think we're scared. We're scared to go out of our comfort zone, to try new things, to leave behind our old routines. We're scared of failure. We're scared to create a reality that goes against what society says. Why should we conform to a life where we simply just exist? In life, we do things. Some we wish we had never done, some we wish we could replay a million times. But they all make us who we are. They shape every detail about us. If we were to reverse any of them, we wouldn't be the person we are. So just live. Make mistakes, improve yourself. But NEVER SECOND GUESS WHO YOU ARE. Love is rare, grab it. Anger is bad, dump it. Fear is awful, face it. Memories are sweet, cherish it. Life is short, so just live it. Dare to live audaciously. In all of your imperfections. In all of your scarred glory. Because the alternative is simply just existing.