Sometimes, you have a bad day. You wake up on the wrong side of the bed. You can’t find your phone, your wallet or your keys. You’re late for work. Again.
Things weigh you down. You have looming deadlines. You have mountainous piles of work to do. You fight with your boss, your colleague or your friend.
A single bad day can scar you for life. A lot of things can happen in a day. You destroy something you have built over the course of years. You lose something important, or someone.
You feel stuck. Swimming in honey stuck. Cog in a machine stuck, like you’re moving in one direction and you can’t stop. Like you would do anything to become unstuck, stuck. Your life is the longest run-on sentence you’ve ever written.
But then there’s this world out there, and you look at it and it’s incredible. It’s full of possibility—it’s endless. You live in a world where music exists. Where the buttery sunlight wakes you through your window.
You stand at your bus stop in your uniform next to a guy in a suit and think you have nothing in common with that person. And that very morning, the both of you woke up under the same sun, suffered through the cold together, got a coffee at the same store only minutes apart.
You think you’re alone. You don’t realise how devasted we all are, or have been. You think your pain is unique, and life is terrible. But the stars shine every night, and every day at six or seven the sky transforms into a burning flame, and you are days, minutes, seconds away from loving something or someone new.
There is so much more to love than to hate. There is a million times more air than we can breathe into our lungs, and a million times more water in the ocean than we can drink. You think your journey is ending, but you’re just getting started.
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