Rays of sunlight streamed through my window and kissed my skin, urging me to wake up. when my eyes opened the first thing I saw was the ceiling. the plain and boring ceiling. sometimes I wonder if being awake and being alive are the same things. what does it even mean to be alive? does it mean to have a beating heart and working lungs? or does it mean making the most of every moment you have in life? so many people say so many different things and I just don't know who to listen to.
I eventually got out of bed and went...