By Kingsley 
There’s something profoundly underrated about simply being alive.
In a world that constantly pushes us to chase after highlight reels—glamorous vacations, career milestones, dream relationships—we sometimes forget the quiet magic of just existing. For me, one of the most cherished moments isn’t tied to a big event or a headline-worthy achievement. It’s the realization that I am still here. Still breathing. Still trying.
That awareness hits differently on days when the noise fades. When the pressure subsides for just a second, and I can feel my heart beating—not in fear or anxiety, but in peace. That moment, simple yet powerful, reminds me that life itself is a gift. And it might be the most favorite moment I’ve had so far.
But here’s the truth: I’m still waiting for what I believe will be my most favorite moment. Maybe it hasn’t happened yet. Maybe it’s something I’ll stumble into unexpectedly—a future memory that’s still being written. Until then, the hope of it keeps me going. The desire to one day say, “This is it. This is the moment I’ve been searching for.”
Right now, that longing is enough. It fills the space between what is and what could be. It teaches me patience. It anchors me in gratitude. And it reminds me that being alive—not just existing, but truly feeling—is more than enough.
So, while some people may define their favorite moment by grand experiences, I choose to honor this one:
The moment I realized life itself is the beginning of everything.
Describe one of your favorite moments.