You know how you have days, when you're a certain that by the end of them, your life is going to change? When you know that the decisions you make will echo far into the future. Such days do not come by often, but when they do, it's do or die. It's fight or flight. But as always, for me, this choice is more complex. If I flee now, I can start building the life I want. If I let the life I have die, I can create the life I need. So tell me, what do I do? Do I continue building walls around the existence I despise, or do I run away, with not a single thought of my demise? Do I give it my all, and try to succede, or do I succumb to my dreams and try to break free?
Somehow I know that you don't get many moments like this. Moments when you know, without any doubt, that you are alive. When you realise that you were put on this world, to do something, to make a difference. When you feel the air in your lungs and the breeze on your face and the saggy grass beneath your feat. Moments when you are completely in the present, when neither the past or the future seem to have any hold over you, and you are ready to face anything life would throw your way. I tried to slow my breathing, hoping it will make this moment last forever...
