These hospital corridors will haunt me in my dying days.
This is, actually, my first proper blog post. Normally I write short poems and stories that are fictional and made up from my head, but with my mom recently gettinf a serious case of vertigo, it’s hard not to write about it.
During our days, we never think of the possibilty of getting ill as we continue our daily activities. We often think that we have control in everything. Money, food, clothes, our health, needs. Not ever thinking the slightest that we are living beings that have certain boundaries, and sometimes we tend to break those boundaries.
Being ill is the worst feeling in the world. I’ve been sick, my mom’s been sick, my friends, everyone’s been sick a couple of times in their lives. It is one of the shittiest experiences in life, possibly behind other situations like death. We don’t want to be sick, and we don’t have any plans on being sick. But as we all know, we are not some god or an all mighty being that is immune to illness. We’re humans, and humans can get sick all the time whether we like it or not.
One day everything will be perfectly fine, and the next day you’ll just be miserable and mopey and depressed as we question the meaning of life and our existence in this universe. Good luck with that sort of existensial crisis.
The thing is, we gotta be ready for everything. And if we aren’t, and the inevitable happens, then we gotta deal with it wholeheartedly. Life is too short, and you can’t just complain about everything that happens in your life. Don’t be a dick about life either, you’ll regret it later when oblivion comes to you.
And most of all, appreciate your life. We will never know when everything and everyone gets taken away from us, and we’ll soon be drifting into a dark, empty space.
Thank you if you read all of that just for the sake of reading. I would love for you to follow me here, and on Twitter. I also have a Tumblr and SoundCloud, but it’s also linked in my Twitter so yeah.
This is Arya, signing off. Ciao!