When i was born, I had no idea who I was or who am I going to be. I just had a moment of living where I cried way too loud and that maybe half of the universe would be so glad that I survived, then the other would be so miserable that another mindless being will spend a less than 80 years suffering from how terrible some people can be.
I’d stare into a blank sheet of atmosphere and listen to the hush of my mum as she try to get me back to sleep in the middle of the night. But then I continued crying.
I am not even sure if I cried because I was glad to be alive, but I am sure that I cried because the pain does not start right there.
It was not the beginning of where I should be right in that moment.