Becoming an adult feels like dying.
Becoming an adult feels like becoming nothing.

I had never realized how many things you need to get rid off to be considered a grown up.

You have to live so you compromise what makes your soul lively for a job that keeps you paying your bills.

You have to survive so you work hours and hours only to end up coming home to sleep.

You throw away the child you were and forget who you are, in order to become someone society deems as better. Some more useful to the rest. A provider to everyone but yourself.

When is the time gonna come when we can actually live? If life is so short, why we are filling it with compromises that will help us survive? If all we do is settle for less, if all we want is to live and we do anything for it, why each moment we just dying more?

Life is a gift they said. But to me it feels more like mortgage. Like a dept, a cage that society has you in. Keeping us in a leash, so close yet so far to what we wanted.

From the moment I stopped being a child, I have seen only dead souls around me. Whoever adult I meet, no matter how well off they are, they have killed so much of themselves with time.

And the moment came that I realized, death was never just a moment. Death is as long as life. Death doesn't take you always as a whole. It tears you apart with every tick of the clock.

It steals life from us and we steal life from ourselves. We deprive our hearts from joy, we starve our souls just to fit in a category of our society. We sacrifice to survive just to end up never living.

The ones who have come to live are as many as the ones that have died but the ones who really lived, oh those ones are unknown but few.

And it makes me wonder why? Are humans so easy to get lost in trying to exist or was this game never on our favor?

For reality isn't the truth and truth doesn't equal reality hence we all wither differently with no way to prove it.

You live or you lived not. Your existence itself can end up being subjective so for what is worth for us to sacrifice the things that make us alive?

We run to fulfill so many necessities in an attempt to grasp a better life. Get a roof over your head, food on the table to feed the body. Material things that don't keep a soul and that is how every adult I have ever met, has appeared hallow.

What you prioritize is what you will become.

Body over soul. Wasted breaths on walking corpses.

Surface over depth, a being that's shallow.

I, like everyone else struggle on maintaining my fire, but I really hope I don't give my last breath away without getting to know what it meant to truly live.

For even if life lasts a second, if it will make my soul shine, it was worth all my years.

For there is nothing that will make you feel again once you are a goner. The dead never come back even if they are still breathing.

So don't die. Make sure you don't die. Don't blow away that flickering flame of passion, of love, that lives in your soul.

Don't make your body your casket. If you have to sacrifice something, never let it be your soul.

Only like that you may live again. Only like that you may hope. Cause there's nothing worth in life, than feeling life as a whole.