for a while i’ve been praying for something to spark a flame in me so i can finally live my life on fire once again. i didn’t realize that it would come in the form of a loss. but i’m reminded once again that life is short no matter how many years i’m given. i could live to be just 21, or even reach 99, but the life i live isn’t measure by years. it’s measured by the moments i’m grateful for, the times i loved, the lives i’ve touched. today i choose to wake up once again, and i am thankful for this moment.