people believe. some believe in a god, while some struggle to find faith in anything at all. some have twisted views on the world that lead to chaos & sometimes even war. humans suffer every day, & their pain cannot be compared to one another. see humans as snowflakes; they are all different in their own way, even if they sometimes look alike, because it is what is hidden beyond skin & beyond bones that truly makes an individual who they are. their experiences & their memories, all tied together, form a person. they all have a beginning, a middle & an ending, like a story. each life is another book to read, a tale to be taken interest in until they reach their very own ‘fin’. as they grow, the world grows with them, & as the years pass by -- they get more intelligent, propose new ideas, create new things... but humanity can be very ugly. they can go against one another, acting out & throwing spiteful words & often, they tend to violence. wars, crimes, accidents, inner pain... life does not show mercy upon the living, despite what you may think. in this world, life is often seen above death, because it is life that keeps everything balanced. it is life that gives, or so humanity thinks. the truth? it is something you cannot write down. it is something you must discover by yourself, the same way you have to discover where your faith is. will you find it in yourself? will you find it in a greater power that you cannot see? the answer will differ every time, so you must listen. everyone finds purpose to keep living, yet they do not know that it is not their choice at all. life does not give you anything, it takes. it controls. it does not pity the suffering, nor does it want to help you. it only acts the way it wants to whenever it fits it, be it with kindness or with cruelty. you cannot change your story, it is already being told, but you can choose to be grateful for it, or you can choose to detest it.
i am grateful for life. despite how unfair i may find it sometimes, i would not be here if not for the existence of it. there are two things that are certain in this world, & we are those things. we are the balance. without life, i would not be. without death, life would serve no purpose. immortality is not a gift, it is a curse. one that will take hold of its host & spiral them into insanity, perhaps even loneliness. do i feel it? do i feel lonely as i wander this endless path of my very own existence? i do not know, for i shall not feel. i cannot understand or grasp human emotions like i once did when i, too, lived. i cannot recall who i was. i cannot find any memories of living. all i know, is that when i died, no one came to greet me & lead me on to the next part of my journey. i became the missing piece of the balance, & took it upon myself to do these things in order to let life continue in a never ending cycle. i find myself hating life, but i will still be grateful for it, for i have seen many things on this path, & it is not a surprise that i now carry dread with me wherever i go, but you must know:
for i will be the one to guide you when the darkness threatens to consume you. i will lead you to where you must go once your soul leaves your vessel. you will not get lost, for i will be there, & therefore you should not die wishing you had more time. instead, you should look forward to your next chapter, for it will come. you will have purpose once more, so do not be scared. it is not i who come to embrace you, it is you who must make the choice to accept me when your time comes. everyone has a time, & it cannot be changed. such is the first & second law of death. death cannot take lives prematurely, & death cannot save lives.
so you must keep living. do not live in fear.
you will find your purpose.
you will understand.
