I believe we were all here for a reason
You just need to find out what it is
Do you know what’s painful?
Doing something that doesn’t ignite fire in you
I just think we all have a passion to do something
Even though at times passion alone is not enough
But it’s something
And I think we should hold on to it
Something that makes your eyes sparkle when you talk about it
Something that makes you feel alive…happy
That’s the most important thing to me
We already live in a black and white world
We just need colour in it
And whatever it is you love; it’ll make your life worth living
Even if it doesn’t pay you every month
It gives you a sort of warmth, a sense of belonging
It’s like the first time you met the love of your life
You should feel that everyday
To the point where you don’t walk on the ground anymore because you’ve created your own kind of heaven, right here on Earth
Life doesn’t allow us to be like that
There’s a system
That we follow like blind fools
Because “it’s the right thing to do”
But is it enough?
I don’t know
If I’m alive, then why should I feel dead inside?
Makes no sense
This is my passion. Writing. Makes me feel more sane, makes me feel lighter and like I’ve accomplished so much by just one poem
And I guess for now… that’s more than i could ever ask for.