Why do we strive so hard to live longer? Why do we put ourselves through so much, just for another day of exsisting in such a world? A world where everyone, no matter who they are, is owned by someone else. And I'd you are at the ver top, you are owned by everyone below you.. All great leaders have to put up with every problem that their lessers have, no matter how minor. Even if they are calling all of the shots, holding all the cards, they still answer to someone. Those at the bottom have it easier, and harder. They have nothing, but they have nothing to lose, and no one to pander to.
People gve up their lives to extend their lives. Why? Just to continue on an unforeseen track of existence lead by the puppet master that is the world, who is as unforgiving as the cruelest of criminals. We fight constantly. We fight against snow, fire, wind, animals, other people, even plants sometimes. And we only do so, so we can continue fighting. They say suicide is a bad thing. But who is really insane? With death, comes peace. No more struggling. Starvation. Misery. Dealing with the death of others. No more fear. Nothingness. Darkness. Eternal rest. I do not wish to die, but the more I think about it, the less afraid I am of it.. And the less it bothers me.
I Will continue on with this mess we call life. I will not change my goals. I will not change my views. Is killing anyone really condemnable, when you consider what you are saving them from?
Life?
Death is inevitable.
Death, is a gift.
