Life
Questions.
I am not sure how to articulate this feeling, this emotion, this desire, one can only try to replicate what those before have vocalised, scripture had captured, echo those thoughts and feelings.
I want you to ask yourself, I want you, yes You; to make a distinction. What an important one it is to be. It may be the answer to your very painful question. To your heart wrenching moments, where you gulp for air, despite being in a room alone, not strapped for oxygen. For those moments where you replay your last five years and you see this hollow spiral from happiness to sadness, emptiness, pain. I want you to decide the answer to this pertinent question. This energy sapper, life crumbler, death embracer. The question quite simply is …
Do you really want to die? Or do you just not want to feel like this anymore?
You don’t feel happy. You don’t feel loved. You don’t feel fulfilled, heck you don’t feel alive. What is it to feel alive, we ask? What is it, to feel happy? What is amor?
We have all been there, heartache with its pangs, financial difficulty with its gluttonous hands, death of a cherished family member, the aches of an old relative counting down their days. It can leave the strongest of beings hopeless, dreading the next morning, brawling with your thoughts…
