the life we live

Dear Heart,

I was born into a world where towns grow and people change. Nothing remains stagnant or still. People live and people die. I was born in a building, a hospital. The same place where my mother would pass away 22 years later. But that’s not what I’m here to say.

People wake and people sleep unsure of what the tomorrows will look like. Some fear sleep as some fear the day. It isn’t until the daybreak that we break into ourselves and discover that we have been silently blinded by our expectations.

As children, carved into our minds are the basic acceptable behaviors as well as minimal mundane knowledge. I describe the knowledge taught to us in this way because the true knowledge isn’t what you learn in a public building. It’s what you learn on the outside. Finding the answer to number 27 on a math exam won’t necessarily teach you about heartbreak, forgiveness, and basic human decency.

As I woke up everyday, I imagined my life dedicated to the one thing I had chosen. I challenged myself to look deeper than the common facade. Deeper than what I have limited myself to. There is much more that our advanced minds can conquer than just one thing. I am determined to discover the things I haven’t yet caught sight of. The things that will set me apart from my overbearing expectations.

Why do we expect so much of ourselves? Why do we criticize ourselves so harshly?

I don’t want to belong to just one thing. I want to focus on the many things I enjoy doing. Why do just one thing when we have been given only one life?

A life living should be lived. Yes. A. Life. Living. Should. Be. Lived.

As I gather my thoughts on the never ending struggle of the fear of the future, I intend to set my nerves aside and acknowledge the pain and the uncertainty is temporary. The life we live is forever.

Love,

Corissa