
ALT slide of insta post by afeefness reading: Dying and living and dying and living again has often made me scared. Scared that my life will have amounted to nothing if and when my heart finally decides to give out. Every time I am tired, I remember that life, and maybe more specifically, my life, is short. I am scared that I will meet Allah (I am not religious) without having tried my very best to be good and dutiful and brave. Without a legacy my family and friends can be proud of. That mentality has been the single most compelling driver to dust myself off and try again (as the inimitable Aaliyah used to sing specifically to me through the radio). Knowing you might be racing against a ticking time bomb makes you move differently. Sometimes those movements are brash.













