I can't remember what happiness is.
What a true smile means.
What a human cannot be.
Happiness, pure happiness. Be happy because you are alive, because someone else is alive, breathing and enjoying his or her life, because you know that you are enjoying your own life too. And the idea of someone else being happy is enough.
I don’t know what that is. I’ve been forgetting it. I’m human. I’m human. I am. I’m weak, that is not an excuse, it is just a reminder of all the things I don’t want to be.
I want to smile, because I feel that something in my chest is alive, that there's something moving inside.
I want to wake up every morning and discover something that yesterday was insignificant to me.
I do not want to give everything for granted.
I want to make someone else smile.
I want to create more memories.
I want people to know that this is our home, but we are not the owners.
We are animals, that’s what we are.
