I am here, but there are countless times where I had wished that I wasn’t.
Pills, knives, razors, they aren’t just things that you use every day.
To someone like me, they are a means to an end.
They are the key to unlock final peace.
The thought of death doesn’t scare me.
In fact, more than anything, I look forward to death.
The idea of a peace that you aren’t capable of achieving in this realm completely captivates me.
But also the notion of a new beginning brings me to a land of curiosity.
Are you weak if you think about your death?
Are you weak if you think about what you are in control of?
You’re strong, and the strongest among them all.
If you have thought about it and you’re still here, that took a kind of strength that others cannot possibly understand unless they have experienced what you have gone through.
The reality is: you’re still here.
For me, I live for one person.
This person has come to mean the world to me.
I see this person, I see who they are growing to be, and I am not ready to say goodbye to them yet.
I see all of the goals that they are close to accomplishing, and I want to watch them live out their dreams.
I see them appreciating things, and it brings me hope.
I watch them go through the lowest of lows and walk out the other side just fine.
I watch them stare at their furbabies with more love than they have ever felt, and I want to watch them continue to experience that amount of pure bliss and admiration.
I see them exploring being a mother to humans, something that they have wanted for what seems like forever.
I live for me.
I live because I have more living to do.
Your moments of darkness are just cracks in time.
The great thing about cracks is that even if they appear, they can always be patched right back up.
You have more life in you.
The darkness is temporary.