Today I thought to myself,
“one day I’m going to die, and that is a fact.”
“But living everyday and not merely existing
till that final moment is a choice I have to make.”
So what’s my choice?
To live or to exist in this life, in this world.
I choose to live, to love, to try, to keep going.
I choose me everyday until that final moment.
~bealightinthedark~
The freedom of imperfection
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