They say that we’re a long time dead, but it seems to me that we’re alive for a lot longer. And yet this narrow bridge between two unfathomable eternities is the only metric of our lives. Tiresome to love, or be loved or even just to keep going on in the face of the over whelming pointlessness of it all. I can’t have what I want, but I can chose to do something about it if I have the courage.
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Thinking about courage… I can clearly see three kinds. Intellectual, physical and emotional. I sometimes want to die because I have no more emotional […]
