A life alive

At times I’ve felt dead inside; as if the insides of me right from the bones were rusted and now hidden somewhere between these old vines intertwined densely.
But it’s not right now, about what I felt but the epidome of why I felt it.
Death scares everyone and it cannot be ran away from. It will find you right where when and how it has to meet you.
Everyone has a story, your start is written and so is your end. But the story in between is an interactive...a defined road with inevitable turns blocks intersections, its your action that affects the storyline but the story is written.
We have a bundle of tickets, each to an astonishing experience, heart clenching love, left to preserve memories, imperfectly perfect people, destined place, humane tears, fiery passions, and surprises left for us to unfold throughout lifetime. Maybe a definite count of cards. It upon us to spend these. The one who uses them with a rather rash rush exhausts his destiny and will into pithole crash. The one who saves for later for better or leaves it use in deninace loses its credibility to ignorance. Some use them up at a fast pace but controlled enough to live up to their fullest. And some spend these cards with wise moves, with cautious brakes before speedbreakers, racing through empty roads at nights; these are the ones who live adventures, ups and downs, meet people, experience and try thousands of several different little things in this big world to create memories to pin to their board or stick on the walls of refrigerator or room when they come back home, maybe simply reliving memories and feeling their life...these are the people who live life.
Years down every life is worth it and worth living and fighting for. It's upto you to make the most of it. You don't decide when you stop existing, but you can decide to never stop living or the least to start living. So live, let yourself live, live to the fullest. And when death finds you - may it find you alive.