The world feels pitch-black, heavy in its seemingly constant fog. I claw at stability, grasping over the rising waves in complete darkness. But somewhere in the ebony night, I can just make out a glimmer of light since i believe that life can get better.
The world feels harsh, unforgiving in revealing its truths. I lose my sense of tranquility in the midst of doubt and disbelief, wondering basically can shield myself from the nagging thought that maybe I will not be enough. But deep within my heart, I choose to press on since i think that life will get better.
The days feel monotonous, tiring in their unceasing routine. I worry in the wake of my exhaustion, afraid that perhaps, I'll never discover the powerful sense of fulfillment that I constantly long. But even as my thoughts starts to shut down, I promise myself never to stop searching for the key to contentment since i believe that life will get better.
The hours pass slowly, as though time is frozen. Personally i think weaker with every passing moment, fighting the anxious thoughts that threaten to infiltrate my mind, willing myself to breathe steadily, to desperately grasp at any iota of calm I can feel. But even while I struggle to breathe, when i wonder if my humanity is failing me, I aim to lure myself right into a timeless, hazy serenity since i think that life can get better.
The minutes become unceasing, as though they are taunting me in my breathlessness. I've found myself longing to feel again; to feel time rushing by, to feel purposeful, to feel whole, to feel fulfilled, to feel distressed, to feel angry, to feel anything besides complete numbness. But as the minutes drone on, as I long to feel sentient, I find a spark swelling deep within, urging me to carry onto every moment because I think that life can get better.
As the load of the world bears recorded on me, threatening to interrupt me, I realize that perhaps, the darkness enshrouding me isn't heartbreaking ending I constantly feared; it is the bittersweet start of a lifetime of opportunity, happiness, and fulfillment. I keep hope within the wake of my struggles since i think that life can get better.
Even within my darkest moments, I have faith that life can get better. And, as the weight of the world bears bears down on you, as you claw at stability, numbly wishing for a lifetime of fulfillment, I think you'll believe that life will get better, too.
