To give things up

Maybe we're not supposed to be happy. Maybe gratitude has nothing to do with joy. Maybe being grateful means recognizing what you have for what it is. Appreciating small victories. Admiring the struggle it takes simply to be human. Maybe we're thankful for the familiar things we know. And maybe we're thankful for the things we'll never know. At the end of the day, the fact that we have the courage to still be standing is reason enough to celebrate

Everyone, once in a lifetime, tries harder, sinks deeper.
It’s what we do.
And that’s ok, we are humans, that’s our thing: crossing lines, dangerous lines, taking chances, dangerous chances, swimming deeper, refusing the clearness of the surface and exploring what’s dark, what’s new, what we do not know, what takes our breath away, until we can no longer breathe.
That’s our thing, that’s what we do, and if we didin’t from the beginning, we would still be just monkeys. That’s us, sinking deeper,giving up savety, clearness, giving up happy, simple, easy.
We just give that up, because it’s far too happy, too easy for us, too simple to reach, we know it, we feel it, we’ve seen it, we now how to get it, we just want more than that.
We wish "more", we long to see were else more "more" can lead us and what else more "more" can bring us. And that’s because we constantly believe risky things must always lead to something good, to something more. Something more desirable than good things which can only lead us to their selves, while dangerous things will lead us where we have no clue of , somewhere completely new.
And new it’s our thing, change is our thing, and we can't give that up.
But honestly, we should be careful so that we can know how to return if we need to, when things get way to messy and we realise that if we don't, we may never breathe again.

Porque é que escrevi em inglês mesmo? Espero que não seja mania.