Peepoo I want to be dead
To those who question mortality and the existence of our sand glass. Worry not, for all this worrying, shall fog your view of the vision of what qualifies to be questioned. To live is to suffer is it not? An everyday field of growing crops lives on without worrying, for they realized the possibilities of being burn, torn apart from its mother, and knowing it exists only for fuel. Yet, they live on, zigzagging elegantly in mother’s arm, and busy converting CO2 into a precious O, for herbivore occupied devouring their sister and brother.
If you so fear to be consumed by darkness, or for those who lack imagination (heh) it means dying lol. It a normal thing to fear death, but heartless to resent death in your whole burning. For dying, you see, is an act of mercy from being alive. Instead of treating death with disgust or fear. You should rather welcome it with an open arm, go out on a date, get to know each other a little bit. Soon you’ll know death is pretty pleasant, warm, and quite gentle. Heck, some are great at playing chess. When you died, you are simply going back to the way you were. During your time of burning, you were forced to take advantage of the surroundings to live. Now its time to return the things you have taken to the rightful owner. One of the old sayings I heard was how can you take more tea when your teacup is already full something like that.
Now the next stage is why do I suffer? The answer is right in front of you this whole time staring at you from the ceiling. To live is to suffer and to suffer is to grow is it not? When you’re in a dire situation. You either grow from looking for a solution or change into a completely different person to coup with the situation. Both of these are not a bad thing nor a good thing. I just saying you mature from whatever situation you’re going through. Because facing a problem, are the foundation of who you become and how you affect those who are around you. You’ll grow in your ways, and others will grow in their ways. So instead of mimicking another person how about, you be you? If you don’t know who you are. Then my fellow degenerate, I only ask you to be patient, for only the burning of the flame in the candlestick will show you who you’re. Trust me, it better to be yourself than being other, you’ll thank me one day.
Moving forward the next question is why do I exist? This you see is because, well simply, I do not know. We have no understanding of why we are conscious. In the ancient story, it told us we were merely born out of mud, thin air, and a spec of dust. We were created just by random circumstances. An unpredictable occurrence that somehow just happened by a miracle. In one moment there was nothing, and poof everything just appear without warning or reason to be told. Things happen without reason. To be completely honest, it normal for something to happen without warning. It happens constantly, it just that you don’t often notice these changes. Every waking moment of your life someone dies, and yet you wouldn’t notice. Even as I type these words out of my head, and as you read every letter I have written someone is dying right now. Today you’re alive but what about tomorrow, next week, or the next few seconds. You understand you’re going to die one day, but you don’t know when you’re going to die. So spend your every second like the last. Because one day, that last one second will come. Especially, during this pandemic who knows when you will die.
Umm… I guess that it from me. In all honesty, I write this because I was bored. I kinda hate my life and kinda love it. I don’t know. Sometimes I wish I wasn’t born to go through the stuff that I went through. Then again I grateful for being alive so take care.
