It’s time to begin again. I’ve used up 16 years of my life. If my future-self was looking at me right now, he would be disappointed. What am I doing? Am I doing it right? No one knows. Maybe I’ll know someday. I am yet to accomplish something monumental and I am too far from being the best version of me. It sucks that we have to age. That there is an expiration date; that our time is slowly fading and we don’t even notice it. Young ones take things for granted. And those who have used up almost their life energy? They begin to appreciate every bit of aspect of life. Why can’t we think like the old ones? I think because we are not meant to. We are meant to use our life energy for our comfort and happiness; deny the fact that we are getting old, that our lone memoir is our graves. Then why do some people choose to end their lives too early? It’s because they have no reason to believe that their life has worth. Societal aspects tend to suck the life out of fragile souls. They breech onto little cracks until they shatter. There are no symptoms; first thing you’ll know, your body’s caving in and you’ve nowhere left to run. There’s no beauty in suicide but there’s peace. We were built to endure much more tormenting stuff.
We die if we die, we do not choose our own death. We live and we live, that’s the beauty of it.