Sometimes I hit a wall. It can be any time of the day. I can be at a café, hanging out with friends, paying my bills or any mundane task. It doesn't matter. The question pops up without warning, without reason:
Are you surviving, or are you living?
Am I just holding on for dear life, or am I actually living my life?
And I can never reach a conclusion. I guess that's part of life, which is necessary for survival. So co-existent, and so hard to separate.
I want to do more than just survive - albeit, that is sometimes more than we can ever ask for.
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