Why do we try so hard?
We spend our whole lives trying and reaching for something we want without fault only to be disappointed with the outcome.
Why do we try? What makes the human mind say "What if it's worth it?" every single time we suffer defeat?
Is it something we're born with? Or is it something learned? I have seen people who try every single day to stay above the flames and the waves licking at their feet and they never stumble, but I have also seen people who fall and burn and drown to barely get through the day.
And at what point do we realize that no matter how hard we try, it's not enough?
When do we see that we, or what we do, is never enough?
Call me cynical with a bit of optimism mixed between, but I can't help but wonder.
Is it so bad to want to stop trying? Is it so terrible to say "I'm done?" because it's all I think about. What if I stopped? Not anything specific, just .... Stopped.
What would I be?
Then again, that probably doesn't make sense.
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PoetryThis is mainly for personal reasons, I guess. I was told that when I explain my thoughts they might make more sense to me. △ "I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right." - Markus Zusak, "The Book Thief"
