He who dared there to proceed, needed no conviction, for there was no goal, he needed no strength, for there was no challenge, he needed no fear, for there was no threat. It was a place empty, empty of thought, empty of emotion, empty of any and all stimuli. It was a soulless, endless, boundless void, borne not for negativity but from nothingness. It could not be achieved through simple suffering, it was the result of countless cuts and bruises, but not to the body, to the soul, to the core of one's being. Those who reach that place are irreversibly changed, irreparably damaged, unrecognisably different.
But it may yet have a meaning, a hidden value, for suffering is the only true measure in this world. Without it you are no one, nothing, just another placeholder in an endless sea of copies. We are a blank canvas and we are the brush, so we must bleed ourselves to become something, we must suffer and survive. The canvas needs to be painted on, but not ripped. Should it be ripped, and one would break under the pressure, then that was simply the way it was meant to be. The world is cruel, and it wont show kindness or forgiveness, not to you, not to anyone.
That is why we need to suffer, to learn that painful lesson, to go to the void and claw back out of it, nothing will ever be the same. But now you'll finally be ready, you'll be ready to do for others what could've never been done for you. Help, shield them from the pain and suffering, let them walk over the shell of what used to be yourself, so that they don't fall into the deep darkness of the void. That is the only purpose you serve now, you can't and won't not find the light, for you it's long been lost, but you may yet be the light for others, a final sacrifice to show your worth before the canvas finally rips and you finally fade into nothingness, forgotten and alone like it was always meant to be.
