I must explain my suicides. I do not commite to die, I commite to decide whether this life is worth the struggle.
Sometimes the pain shadows all and my life is nothing but pain. So I put my life in fates hands. If I die then life was not worth the pain but to live gives me the strengh to fight on.
I let it take over, I let it win and I let it end it all but then to wake up afterwards means the pain had its chance but it couldn’t finish me. It could of had my life but my life was stronger. This gives me the will power to fight on
But offcourse one day I’ll let the pain win and there will be no round 2. I’ll leave it up to fate to decide when that day will be!
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Is this life worth the struggle?
I wonder if this was not man’s first question after awakening to the knowledge of good and bad.
Becoming conscious meant becoming aware that one thing could be better then another yet unable to discern which and when this “something†was better or not, we struggle.
Yesterdays love was wonder, today it burns my soul.
Is life worth the struggle?
Does the question itself create itself?
How might the answer be measured?
Is the measurement the struggle?
What would be the unit a measure?
To be useful the unit of measure must be agreed on… but who must agree?
The struggle a arbitrary unit of measure?
Arbitrary why measure at all, to compare myself to others, this is my doom?
What if life was just that, life?
One moment following another, in this one I laugh in the next I cry.
Nothing to be measured and grasped, only moments experienced?
Life is always worth the struggle. Keep fighting the good fight until you have nothing left, and then keep fighting some more. Never give up!