Like a recurrent toothache, I keep going back to this question. No matter how delighted I may be at the moment, my thoughts never venture far from this question.
Why keep going? Why, when it sucks or rather it becomes meaningless to move on or do anything? When your mind reaches this point, you do one of two things–give up or become desperate.
Is that when you become radicalized? When the past is filled with darkness and the future has no light.
Seems like life is a waste for some. Why even bother to endure so much pain only to end up dead or an expert at enduring pain? Guess it’s one of those cruel jokes called life.
To end on a positive note, most people not like me don’t feel this way. They keep fighting and never ever give up. Is it the fight that keeps them going? Or do they eventually see light?