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Lack of breathing
Mind burning. Just getting to the point where your mind stops thinking, where the emotion of choking get's it's absolute limitation. Heading to the ending because you can't control the denying of that thing which constantly keeps blocking your way out. I am not talking about the literal lack of breathing. I surely know people out there who can't breathe, but somehow they are alive. Undoubtedly being choked can have a lot of different meanings. From time to time everyone gets exhausted. Usually by people. Some of them are just too pushy, some are just not enough. There are those who always stand on side and simply watch. As i recognize nobody makes an attempt to live their own story. Chasing around people is not always a clever scheme. Proving the fact that you don't decorate enough your own side of the book. The decision to mess in other people's field is just a low move. Trying not to be obsessed is a good move. Let go of other people's hands and look on the other side of the street.
Does it look familiar?
That's your part of the story. Don't just stand aside and be a leech. Keep moving towards your field. Confidently make the effort of something. Do something on your own. Deny the fact that you need the help from another person. Don't just wait for a hand to hold. Hold your own life, in your hands. You are simply afraid of your own shade, and that's exactly how you fade.
Thus, going back to the real life. Even today i am surviving my life like every other day. To be honest i am not completely certain that this is the territory where i want to be. It was believed to be grateful to those who pulled you out from the other side of the horizon. It is just that, i appreciate it. And to be honest, I would prefer that they did not trouble themselves by doing it. I just desire to live my life best i can. It would have been peerless if every other human being had the same thought.