There is no other life than this, Meli.
It is the breath you are taking right now; your chest rising, your lungs expanding; your heart beating;
your lips forming a smile, unfolding around your bare crooked tooth
- yes, the one your mom thinks makes you self-conscious, but which in fact you love partly because someone once told you that imperfections define our charm.
Life was the moment when that salty drop courageously let go of the tip of your eye and dove all the way down to your toes out of happiness or sadness.
This is life, Meli, a collection of those tiny or infinite moments we call now.
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