fight hard.

it's so easy to forget.

blink.

there goes all your dreams, hopes, passion, love. you don't do it on purpose. life just seeps in very, very quietly. i see now how people can just drown willingly in their work life. it becomes a necessity. a way of life. it takes over without having to ask for permission. you let it grow, infest, and eventually it becomes the thing that cradles you in comfort every morning when you wake up.

you live in comfort knowing that you will have money at the end of the month, food to put on your plate, a house to live in, and other life necessities.

comfort is a disgusting word.

it acts like a drug. it keeps you happy. constantly and consistently. it sways you in the ocean of everything lovely and great and wonderful, occasionally throwing you a wave or two of disruptions that may come in the form of disappointment, grief, but soon you are overcome by waves of comfort, knowing that you are okay where you are and you don't need to go anywhere.

gratitude and comfort are two entirely different matters.

gratitude sparks a response. comfort does not.
comfort leaves you in a state of high, it numbs you, and pulls you into desiring this numbness of the body and soul.

it's so easy to forget your purpose, when you're comfortable.

keep moving. don't stay down. keep feeling pain. go further every time. try harder, again and again and again, especially when it hurts. stay alive.

stay alive, and don't forget who you are, and why you're here as you, in this time, in this community, in this nation, in this world. you are you, so please, be the best version of you. don't just let time slip by you.

(inspired by recent events, as in the re-watching of Fight Club, the realization that there are more important things that matter, and that i physically am unable to take on the mundane, routine life.)