A Monologue about Being Alive

Chance has been with me since the day I was born. I was blessed with some abilities, not like superpowers or such things, you know, ordinary stuff. But hey, if it is the ordinary stuff that I have, then what am I even blabbing about?

When I wake up, I open my eyes and physically see the light coming from my window. I can feel the warmth of it on my hand and see how my skin colour looks under that light. I see the little dust pieces on the air, floating around, only to be seen where light goes through.

When I walk, under the starry night, without the moonlight to show me the way, I hear the noises of the night creatures, owls maybe? I see the darkness, although I can’t see anything else when it’s dark. Or maybe I hear the busy roads on a busy Friday night.

When it is cold outside, I shiver. I feel the cold, to my bones, I feel it and I physically long for a nice warm cup of tea suddenly. I walk without feeling my feet, but only the cold.

When I held that cup of tea I longed for when it was really cold, I feel the warmth of the cup inside my palms, and when I drink it, I feel it making its way from my mouth to down. I smell the flavour, what was it today? Green tea with mint or Earl Gray?

Inside my lovers arms, I can feel love. I can see it and smell it.

I miss my friend who lives far far away. Little things remind me of her and I feel alone all of a sudden. I miss the sound of her laughter and smell of her hugs. I can feel the tear drops in my eyes, on my skin.

And yet sometimes I can just forget all these in the mess of my life. I know, probably other people do too. But don’t do that to yourselves. The clock is ticking every minute, even when you are not alive. And I tell you, if you do not recognize that you breath throughout the day, do not enjoy water passing your throat refreshingly, that is not being alive. That is simply passing time. Do not do that to yourselves. Everyday take some time to live, instead of just hanging around.