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I'm Giving Up On Life

(Published July 29, 2020)

I'm officially giving up on life. I've dreamed of hopeless dreams that could never be reached. I've worked till my body broke yet to no success. I've strived for progress, but the results only diminish. What's the point? Everything up until this has lead to nothing. People say you should never give up. Well, unfortunately, they are wrong. Quitting is an option once life has pummeled you downward. I have fallen more than six feet underground. Is there a chance I could climb back to the light? Indeed, trying is a possible route. Then again, why would it be worth taking? If I made a choice the likeliest outcome would be life's gravity dragging me back to rock bottom. That is why the better course of action is to do nothing. I am nothing, after all. People give me hope for the future, and then life strikes me back down. It isn't easy accepting there is no hope for a small few like myself. That's what makes us unique. Rarely do any kinds of people experience this level of life. Nobody really understands this situation. Why would they? One thing others have is natural gifts. Life grants a vast majority of people these inherent qualities that lead them to good lives or famous ones. Unfortunately, there are a select few that aren't born with these gifts.Even with years and decades of practice and training, we could never reach an equal amount of success the gifted ones do. It is one truth in life everyone dismisses. This leaves one question left. What comes after giving up? The answer is simply apparent to uncover: Death. The slow-burning anticipation for the reaper to touch your shoulder is the only satisfying end. Leaving this world into nothingness is a better conclusion to the story of your life. No regrets. No fears. Why would I be afraid to die, especially at such a ripe age? I don't want to be saved or encouraged to try. I desire to die. Death is the only escape from this world; only the gifted may thrive.