Tonight, I write a mockery to life.
In this visceral breath that I have been granted, I am able to live.
And so I live life.
Once, I used to think that my coming was delayed, and so I was but a deliberation,
But it does not matter.
I have been here for 22 years.
What more affirmation do I need that I truly am supposed to be granted this life?
At 22, I am not dead.
And neither did the earth give way.
So yes, I am to have life.
And to have life to the fullest, I must abandon my former notions and my thoughts.
I must also abandon the words of others that seemed to label or define my birth.
I have life.
But it is not something to be labelled by others
I am not anyone's consolation.
I have lived in lament for a long time, wondering why and why I even exist.
But at a point where I now need to enjoy my existence, I do not wish to be labelled as anything more than a being - alive.
How can I be your consolation when I myself am not consoled?
Is it easy to stay alive? Ask the earth and the sky.
Many are ending life at a high frequency.
I can only thank my creator for sustenance.
Why must I think all these laborious thoughts?
Wondering what others are thinking and what they would say when I take a step?
Whatever choice I make now is mine and final.
Unless my creator says something else -
Why must I bother so much?
They didn't bother about how I felt or what I thought when they made theirs.
So why must I?
But Life, sometimes you test me.
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