some days we just wanna go home, take clothes off and go to bed. these days that when it end you feel good to just have passed through. then you did it, tomorrow comes and things aren’t so different. anxiety is everywhere, you panic out. your friends can’t help, your parents neither, you’re all alone. that’s it: your life, your call. suicidal thoughts comes, you think a lot of bullshit, but you decide to live just one more day, with all the anxiety and adulthood things to deal with. then you wake up, go outside, look to the sky, it’s all blue, little white clouds; fresh air. you take a walk; one kid play with his dog, laughing so loud, it’s lovely. you take a few more steps and look at and pink wall, full of flowers, you love it. you keep walking, pass by someone’s house and some puppies run in your direction making loud, they’re so cute, you love their little short legs and big belly that make them looks like a little ball of hair. you keep walking, now you have a little smile in the corner of your mouth. got your bus, not that crowd today, good; you can sit; you can read your book, listening to your music on earphones. by your side a woman sit with her baby, he’s smiling for you. that’s the moment you see how life is rich. you aren’t lost, you had bad days, that you prefer to be bed days, but you have to work, to study, to do all the usual things that makes you overheaded, but then, when you give life a chance, a good day comes and show you how great it can be, shown that you can pass through it. this baby, smiling to you, will have worries some day too, so does his mother, and his father and everyone around you. it don’t make your problems smaller, but it’s just to you know that so many people have passed through it before, you can too. to hell with what? you can do it. keep. on. going.
