The Beginning
January 28th 2012 05:50
Maybe it's all worth it, maybe it's not. But why should I keep going on? What's stopping me from saying fuck it all and ending it? Fear? Love? Both? I don't know. I think everyone's felt like this before. The irony is I don't feel like that right now, I'm typing a fucking letter that may or may not see the light of day, just to kill time.
Back to my original point - what keeps us moving forward? As I sit here in a well-lit room at 20 'till midnight with rock music blasting angsty lyrics describing the feelings I'm trying to convey here, I often wonder that. What keeps us moving forward, when there's nothing left? Hope? Faith? Fear of dying? Fear of an afterlife, or worse, none? I have no idea.
It's something worth contemplating though, and if you want to see it first hand just take a look at any homeless person, or a suicide forum. You'll see what I mean.
What's the will to live, when you want to die?
I may never know.
Back to my original point - what keeps us moving forward? As I sit here in a well-lit room at 20 'till midnight with rock music blasting angsty lyrics describing the feelings I'm trying to convey here, I often wonder that. What keeps us moving forward, when there's nothing left? Hope? Faith? Fear of dying? Fear of an afterlife, or worse, none? I have no idea.
It's something worth contemplating though, and if you want to see it first hand just take a look at any homeless person, or a suicide forum. You'll see what I mean.
What's the will to live, when you want to die?
I may never know.
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