Most of the time I feel alive.

I love life and the little beauties that encompass it.
Most of the time, the morning sunshine warming my cheeks makes me happy
The creepers curling on my window with new leaves sprouting tell me there is hope. Always.

Most of the time I look forward to my morning coffee and the steam rising from the swirling browns.
I look forward to waking up, getting dressed for a day of productive work.
Trying the new clothes or that shade of lipstick I always wanted.
Setting up my work desk and diving in with determination.

Most of the time my eyes light up when my phone does and someone I love remembers me.
Most of the time the laughter ringing through my room when we talk makes me feel like the world has a new vibrancy to it.

Most of the time the little outdoor errands make me feel refreshed
The trip to the grocery store, or just a tour around my garden, maybe a lunch on a warm Sunday afternoon

Most of the time I look forward to the weekends when I can do sweet nothings: read a book, watch a show, take out my canvas to create something new.
Maybe write a poem, even if the verses don’t rhyme and the stanzas are messy.

Most of the time I am in love with life and all the little beauties of it.
Most of the time I am me.
Sometimes am not.

And I’ve learnt that it’s okay

Because most of the time, I am me,
And it’s enough to be me

Even if it’s almost, most of the times.

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