People often say that i have an aged presence that not only conveys maturity, but also, a sense of sadness. when i look at the mirror and stare straight into the supposed sad eyes of this old man… i smile.
I see the pain and hate i have endured—and proudly overcome—that undoubtedly left scars and wrinkles… but i realize that all these wounds show the world that i have finally decided to risk enduring the hells of life in order to taste its sweetness. though i have fallen off the branch many times, i have finally left the nest…to fly.
Living is not within the safe, gray area…there are no lines or boundaries or 20-dollar-pocket-books-with-life’s-secrets that should define ‘living.’ just close your eyes, hold your breath, and jump. Although it took the bitter pain of heartbreaks and betrayals and disappointments and deaths for me to finally allow my heart to breathe… I am finally able to simply… feel life.
And everyday, when I stare at that old man in the mirror… I am thankful.