the sweet kind of breathless

sometimes when people tell you that they’re out of breath, it just occurs to you that they must be suffering right?

well sometimes i do feel suffocated, we all do.

when we find ourselves so tied up in everything we’re assigned to do, with no time left to do anything of our own desire, let alone get enough hours of sleep each night.

those nights are long and tiring.

but then there are these handful of nights, where we’re so busy, yet at the same time,

so free.

on these nights we feel as if we’re doing something with our lives, making something out of whatever breath we have left.

i’ll admit that in today’s world, these nights hardly come by.

with countless amounts of human beings trapped in the birth-learn-work-marry-die cycle, the society revolves around what society says you should do rather than doing what you love doing.

On these nights however, you feel as if you’re free to dream, you’re free to do the things you’ve always wanted to do.

you’ll feel a step closer to where you dream of standing.

but then again, these nights are rare, somehow.

and on the other nights, we struggle against time to catch our breaths.

but let’s just say the past few days were suffocation without the bitter suffering. 

just the sweet kind of breathless.