How I survived. Choices.
How I thrive, my willingness to live.
Living everyday like death will come knocking on my door by the weekend.
I suffered through the nights of toil, endured the pain of rejections.But I still save my breath for the breaking of the dawn.
Morning comes, then it fades right back into the darkness of despair.
Letting go of superficial attachments, makes the natural things stick around.
Even though I know how quickly good things are bound to disappear, I still want to eat, laugh, love and learn.
I wake up smiling to the heavens for it’s better to live and tell tales than to die and be quickly forgotten.
This is how I survived the bad days.
I’m the one left behind. The one still living. The one who has escaped… The one spared. The one thankful and the one whose utmost desire is to live and live fully.
Zen… 
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