When people die , people say good things about them and they always say of how brave they were . The first because there's good in everyone , the second because just being able to exist as a human is brave enough. Sometimes I think that this world was not meant for us , there's just so much pain in everything. Pain is incorporated in everything, every relationship and in happiness itself. It's always lurking in the dark only to come out on the smoothest of days. If this world was meant for us , why does pain exceed the want to live sometimes, why do I feel trapped in a loop that I know nothing of.
Pain has driven many to their deaths , and to have lived to the point of their death is so fucking stupendous, to withstand so much, it's heroic. They have not fallen , they fought till the end and they deserve every loving word not questions and curses . It's not the only way out but it's already done. So if you are reading this, you're among the brave , continue being brave and take life as it is and try to celebrate it once in a while.See your fight to the end. Try. Perhaps beyond we'll be repayed for participating in this battle. Perhaps a home that was really meant for us awaits .
"Live to your fullest, feel every moment, " I don't know if that's possible because sometimes I'm not aware of the days as they move , of my own movement really, things just happen and I can't explain it. So I'll say , try to feel the moments and add a pinch of love to everything you do .
This is from one brave soldier to another , come back ALIVE after every battle you fight , and when it's all done we shall rejoice on the way home and feast.
