It is, you know. Just yours. No one else’s.
You decide when to get up and when to sleep (don’t try that “I have to get up for work” shyte on me because working is still a choice, making it your decision ultimately to get up.)
You decide who to love.
And who to hate. (You may be influenced by other people, but your emotions belong to you, and no one else.)
You own your life. All of it. Every scrappy, crappy, happy piece of it.
So sink your hands into it! Go deep, into the wrists, the elbow, the armpits. Sink down deep into your own life and wrap it around you like the smoothest fabric, the softest embrace, the best, most tangled, wrapped up, caught up, cuddled up enfolding of yourself into yourself.
Take hold so deep, so hard, that no one can ever separate you from yourself again.
Grab hold of your life and love it, hate it, feel it, share it, f*ck it, dream it, OWN it.
Not your friends’. Not your parents’ or your family’s. Not your boss’s and not even your kids’, pets’ or fern’s. It’s bloody well yours.
And absolutely no one can tell you otherwise.
Not even yourself.
You can try and toss away your life, your responsibility, your choices and decisions but in the end such actions always fail because no one owns your life but you.
Which means no one can ever take it away from you.
It’s your life.