Life

“I like this place and could willingly waste my time in it.” 

-William Shakespeare

I like living. I like being a person, even though it is unimaginably very confusing how I myself can process thoughts and emotions and memories while being such a small being in the big world. The thought that gives me strength is that life may be ‘good’ for some, and ‘bad’ for others, of course, however, it depends on how you see it, but the very existence of life inside you makes it very, extremely special. If you cannot be thankful for a good living condition, be thankful that at least you have a life. Because it’s the most unique thing/whatever in the world. Yet, we haven’t learned to recognise it. So even if I had to waste my time, I would rather be here, and live.