As I lay in this hospital bed, having survived another experience that could have been my last, I teeter back and forth between a few feelings.
On the one hand I am extremely grateful. I managed to survive a broken spine. Sounds crazy to me as I write it. I broke my spine and walked down the hallway a week later.
The other hand I’m feeling not worthy. I have had so many oppurtunities past what some people have. Whether being witness to violent crime as a youth. Being hit by a vehicle, being shot at, being blown up, and now having literally broken my spine.
Why do I keep getting these passes? Any of those moments could have been my last, some of those moments were people’s last. Yet I tick on.
Part of me wonders… Why. Why have I survived these near deaths. I’m still standing.
Must be the lil guys I’m leading to greatness.
Sometimes though, I feel it’s not enough. No matter what I do I can never justify the life I still have, and others don’t.
I guess I don’t have to, but it drives me. I feel like I owe it to the, people who haven’t survived the shit I have, to live life to the fullest. When I figure out what that means I’ll get on it.
I guess until than if you didn’t break your neck, your not giving it hard enough. Ha see everyone one the otherside.
Life after door kicking. 