My heart keeps beating and my lungs keep filling with air.
Everyday I’m stronger. Every thought more clear.
These are the days I will remember forever. Not the painful ones but the ones leading up to my moments of greatness.
Realizing my full potential. Rising above the tall trees of my own failures, shortcomings and fears. Towering above them I will be taller.
Not a mountain or a skyscraper.
Replaying my life through quick pictures, a montage. An ode to it all. The hard times being almost like head liners, being the tools shaping me.
Here I am perfect now.
Heart beating, lungs full with oxygen. I realize that my life is the best version of it that there could have been.
As my lungs say they’re full, I am as well.