Invincible

Man, I still read this time by time and it hasn't lost it's intensity. I just love this poem so much, it gives me the bravery to deal with every day. Suffering from fairly severe depression (which you can probably relate to), I often forget why I'm doing all of this stuff. I just don't care anymore, which is even worse because I already have an underdeveloped emotional compass. There's just no meaning, no difference, you know? It's so hard to just do it for no reason at all, and waiting for one of those moments where you suddenly remember why you decided to stay alive. For me, that's when my best friend talks to me about things we like until she broke my shell and we can laugh together, which at times I also do for her. Or when a good friend I haven't heard from for long writes me again, or when I read about an interesting concept or idea, or I find a book that is just brilliant. Like Brave new world, or The martian, a book that just sucks me into it's world and consumes all of my emptyness as if it was something and not nothing, or maybe it fills it, or maybe both. Good music, loud enough to feel the beat. finding an old photo of a person you loved that never hurt you, just went away. When I can't get up in the morning, I ask myself if those moments are worth living for, but I know that they must, because there is nothing else but them. If they're not worth living for, nothing is. So I'm telling myself to be brave, that I'm ready for one more battle and for another victory.
Bring it on, Universe!