Lately, my body aches so much that it has become the loudest thing in my mind.
Not dreams.
Not plans.
Not even words.
I'm trying to out tough it as usual. I'm still trying to dream even with the strongest temptation to give in to passive resignation. HAHA
Somehow, I still wake up.
Not victoriously.
Just stubbornly.
Maybe that stubbornness is keeping me alive.
I do not always have grand motivations or inspiring speeches for myself. When even the noblest reasons start feeling petty, I just think, I need money. HAHA
Sometimes all I have is the decision to stand up again even when my body complains and my mind whispers that giving up would be easier.
Still, somewhere beneath the exhaustion, the dream remains breathing.
Quiet.
Bruised.
But breathing.
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I know, OA. HAHA