nobody does it like you do

funny how i come here once a year to rebrand the blog, reblog two posts and call it a day

sometimes i am gripped by my own existence. i become hyper-aware of my existence. i look at my hands and move my fingers, marvelling at how they moved at my own command, which makes me wonder who am i? what am i? what is this soul inside me that wills my body to cooperate? i touch my face and wonder why am i alive, what purpose must i serve that i'm still here? for a short yet long moment i wonder how i am alive, how is the world existing, how is everything where it is as it is supposed to be. how am i able to have a mind that thinks, a heart that beats, a body that moves, how there is harmony in myself and the world. truly, how marvelous life is yet so underappreciated. we hate life yet we love to live. ironic.