Walking along the beach on a Sunday morning. The cool air blows through my fingers. The salty sea invades my sense of smell. The sand takes over my toes.
I tend to ignore the sinking of my feet and appreciate what is in front of me. The blue water. The happy seagulls. The sky’s radiator. It’s all so beautiful and even though life isn’t great, this moment really is something.
It’s moments like this that make me smile. I’m glad I have a heart. I’m grateful for having the ability to respire. If I were dead, I wouldn’t be here admiring such admiration.
As I said though, life isn’t perfect. You know how it is. I keep having shit days. Weeks come, weeks pass. Cuts come, cuts fade. Blades get used, blades never get thrown out.
I want it to change. I want it all to change.
And it will. One day. I know I’m strong enough and I know I can do it. I just need to believe.
I need to look out onto this relaxing ocean and feel the beat of my heart and the respiration of my lungs. I need to take in a deep breath and say thank you for being alive.
