The Happiest Sadness.

To Live.

To live, is to feel the wind against your face as you jump from a plane, or to travel to Italy with your lover. To live is to face your bigger fear, and come to love it.
To live, is to never have a place to stay, only wondering the streets, in a happy place.
To live is to visit small towns where you know no one, but you still long to be there.
To live is to make it big, and watch as thousands in thousands of people scream your name.
That's what they tell us right?
Well, it's not.
To live is to spend your childhood in a town you call home, experiencing every heart break you have there.
To live, is to find a best friend that you make endless memories with.
To live is to find a peace within yourself after years of an imbalance.
To live is to love yourself.
To live, you don't have to jump out of a plane, or become famous.
To live, you just have to have a town where you can reminisce.
To live, you must love yourself.
And only then, will you have lived.