You’re alive. That is enough.

She asked me, how are you not depressed? life has been destroying your conscience and obliterating everything you once understood. I replied, I can’t hate the world even when it feels like it hates me. I am too infatuated with the purity of love and the rapture of passion. My drive derives from the notions of creativity, I am alive. That’s why with all the pain and struggle, I fall in love with life every single time. I can’t describe it at times but in desolation the one thing that made me ignite was the reminder that I am alive.