Somedays the cold seems to follow me, as if I too am made of nothing by frost and darkest part of the night
You fall, you rise, you make mistakes, you live, you learn, your human, not perfect. You've been hurt, but your alive. Thinking of what a precious privilege it is to be alive- to breath, to think, to enjoy, and chase the things you love. Sometimes there is sadness in our journey, but there is also lots of beauty. We must keep putting one foot in front of the other even we are hurt, for we will never know what is waiting for is just around the bend.
