To die…

To die a little is to live because all we do is die a little every day. Anything we do in life is to feel alive, to tell ourselves that we are not dying. To tell ourselves that we can manage to live another day. To ask ourselves to be hopeful once more. Some of us don’t think about dying. We completely avoid the topic of dying which I think is just another way to feel alive. Finally, the happiness comes at the end of the day when we lay in our beds or wherever and thank ourselves that we have manage to survive another day. We have managed to nudge the ball again. We have managed to feed ourselves a little, breathe a little, work a little, and be hopeful a little, for another tough day because being alive is hard. To assign a meaning to each day we live is harder and furthermore to welcome the instability and hardship of life is the hardest.