What is Life?

Sometimes life is merely a flurry of thoughts, a whirlwind of action, and rare moments of calm quickly eventuating into boredom.
Life, something so precious, so rare, so misused... Can we honestly say that everybody who is alive has lived? Life is more than a heart pounding in your chest. Life is more than a pair of lungs heaving up and down. Life is so much more.

Life is love. Love is what we live for. Life is waking up in the morning, and feeling loved. Life is picking up the phone, and knowing exactly who wants to hear your voice. Life is walking down the street with somebody else’s shadow in front of you. Life is the clicking of a camera, capturing each moment as it comes. Life is love.

Life is when you play tug-of-war with your dog. Life is when you climb hay bales just to slide back down again. Life is standing in official places doing unofficial things. Life is laughing, and knowing you will laugh again. Life is smiling, and not being able to remember anything else. Life is when you hold out your hand and somebody grabs it and pulls you into their world. Life is when you hug somebody so tight that you know you could never let them go. Life is long walks on a beach listening to the waves against the shore. Life is sitting on a rock in the middle of the ocean with your dog. Live is love.
Life is when children are free to play in the fields. Life is hyperventilating and seeing somebody looking into your eyes with concern. Life is when you can run in circles pretending to be something you never were. Life is when laughter fills the air. Life is when everybody has enough to eat. Life is when the cardboard boxes on the street are simply there for recycling collection. Life is when you have respect, and receive it in return. Life is when you crawl on the ground to be at the same level as a child. Life is when you dance in the water, feeling the waves of grace over each muscle of your body. Life is love.

Life is when a child dances, freedom in each step. Life is pushing a wheelchair up an escalator, and feeling the hands on your own shoulders stopping you from rolling backwards. Life is when people play music in the street, for everyone to enjoy. Life is when colour covers the wall, and artists paint a happier moment into the creases of existence. Life is lying in the grass with your mates, and finding a ladybug living there. Life is smelling the flowers, and entering the aromatic world beyond our own. Life is holding hands and jumping into an ice cold lake. Life is love.

Life is performing to your friends, and feeling like you are ready for the Emmy’s. Life is dreaming, and it being true. Life is laying flat on your back, watching the clouds and finding the different shapes, until they turn into stars. Life is speaking for what you believe in, and having people listen to you. Life is doing your own thing, and finding people who do the same. Life is screaming to a metaphorical person when you’re all alone. Life is reading a script and envisioning the performance as directed by you. Life is feeling famous when you’re standing on a chair in your bedroom. Life is love.

Life is daring to dream. Life is jumping for joy. Life is when you do a cartwheel in the middle of a walk. Life is standing on a surfboard for the first time. Life is feeling like you’re dying, and having a hand around your shoulders telling you to breath. Life is when your doodle becomes the Mona Lisa. Life is when the writing on your page opens your eyes to a new existence. Life is pushing a wheelchair to a carnival and watching the smile take over their face. Life is love.

Life is when ... You love. You are loved. You cannot live without love. Life is special. Life is something each person has their own understanding of. This is my understanding. This is what I believe in. This is who I am.

Heroes

Sometimes life is actually really hard.
Sometimes all you want is for it to end.
There is so much going through your head. So many thoughts, so many memories.
You look at these photographs on your wall- frozen moments in time that you so often escape to. The good life. The times you hope that you will never forget, so that they will never really end.
Sometimes you wonder why you deserved such happiness. Why so many good times were yours.
Sometimes you look in the mirror, and imagine it shattering.
Sometimes, life is black. There is no happiness. There is no memories. All is numb.
There is just you, and that voice in your head. Yelling, screaming, silence.
But then a hero comes along.
And that hero saves the day.
That hero, MAKES the day.
You feel alive. You aren't numb anymore because you care. You care so much that you would actually die for this person. You don't want to die because you can't protect anyone when you're dead.
This is a shoutout to my heroes. One at a time. I will give all for you.
Patch
Jasmine
Kathleen
Jacqui.
I love you. I love our memories. You guys have saved me. Thankyou.

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