October
Some days I curse my mortality: “No matter what, I have to die.”
Other days I curse my vitality: “No matter what, I have to live.”
I wonder often whether life is supposed to be suffered through and whether the burdens of life are worth its occasional joys. I wonder often whether I should give up everything. No matter what comes to pass, every conclusion has an epilogue. Life goes on. Living for the moment collapses because everything passes and everything you outlive will leave you bare. You are the only constant in your life and even then a little piece of you is left behind.
The things I desire in life seem impossible. The only solace is that surrendering my desires will make their impossibility certain.















