There comes a time where I had to choose.
Choose between life and death.
There wasn't anything wrong with me.
But something was.
I wondered what is wrong with me.
I wished something is wrong with me.
I hated being labeled.
I wished , somehow, I'm labeled.
I feared hardships.
I doubted how I will manage it.
I knew what I was doing.
I was lost.
I had a goal.
I was confused.
I lived in my thoughts.
I lived in the real world.
I was naive.
I worried too much.
It blinded me.
I reached a point where the path divided into two.
I didn't remember how I travelled the current road I was in.
One path is long.
Other had a dead end.
You might guesses it correctly.
It's either continuing my life
Or choosing death.
Guess what I chose?
Hint, I'm still alive.
Choosing to live isn't easy.
I'm still struggling and suffering.
But I shouldn't be complaining.
'Cause if I'm dead I wouldn't have the chance to live.
I wouldn't have met new people.
I wouldn't be experiencing new things.
I chose to live!
So I'm moving on with life!
Whatever the reason that holds you back,
you should move on from it too!