My race I have run and my time is done. Have traveled this mortal coil for several decades and found nothing worth me living for. Add some abuse and a couple of bouts of non self caused disease to that and you have a nice little going away party.
Then again maybe my programming was faulty out of the factory. Some organisms just cannot be repaired.
Yet life has many different things to offer different people. Some things so precious and special that to leave them behind would more painful for the individual who observes it so. And if you have anything that is perceived as such, hold on to it and your mortal existence. Because you will never get the same chance with the same value again.
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Whoa, Owen!
You’re still here! I’m so glad this to be case. Remember you saying 2012 to be the end of all.
I myself, aged 31, seem to be in a somewhat similar predicament. Fed up with life. Is this it? The constant struggle.
Had it with people telling me to get up, only to be hit with a hammer again when doing so. Again and again. Waiting for a break that doesn’t come.
Had it with me running the 110m hurdles while everybody seems to run 100m on the same track.
Had it with having a 4cyl in a chassis designed for a V6. Had it with having to work harder for everything than other people.
I see some faring worse than me, though. Much worse. But what solace is that?
I feel being cheated on if I can’t live the life I want, I wanted, I see others living. Some have it so easy and are blissfully unaware of it.
And after all these years, I still sometimes wonder why. Again, no answer to that question.
I’m on my way to finish this as I want. To wage the final battle on my grounds and on my time. A battle with myself. The final one.
Maybe this was supposed to be all along?
Stay strong, Owen!