I don’t always feel like I’m going to be okay, but at the end of the day I can lay in bed and say to myself that I made it again. I made it through a day when I wasn’t sure if I would or could. There is no certainty in this world; I could be gone tomorrow and so could you. It’s inevitable. So that simple feeling of exhaling in this life is enough, it’s more than enough, even when it’s bad, this is my life. Breathe it in.