“Dying is easy, living is harder”

The most difficult thing in life is the living. Taking each step hoping that it isn’t your last. Missing all the cracks just so you don’t break your mothers back. Latching your seatbelt swiftly pretending to listen to safety demos before you take off. Butterflies of fear flutter around you tickling your face tempting you with the thought of the plane crashing down. The fear is what is annoying because there was no fear, no feeling at all. Small things didn’t hurt as much as now because there was only pain and nothingness. But now living is the only option and fighting to live everyday is less of a fight and more of an experience. Love didn’t hurt. Heartbreak didn’t hurt. Or at least it wasn’t easy to notice the specific pain because there was already so much.