I was plain and simply choosing death. Dead people don't feel. Alive people feel. Sounds so obvious, so simple. Such a simple truth. While I was grasping for the meaning of life within the complexity of academia and religion in the day at night I was choking down my own internal silence. After awhile everything inside of me just went dark. Nothingness.
The internal voice that whispers morality and dreams finally ceased and I knew at that point I was simply waiting for my last hellish breath to leave my body. When it never came I raged against God for suffering me still. What must I do to anger God enough to send me into the afterlife.
Pretty dark stuff...I was like that from the age of 6. Until I chose to feel. When I embraced that I feel and that others feel and that when I feel I am alive... it brings tears to my eyes.
I will love recklessly, and mean it every time. Never regretting that I loved. Never. I will feel pain and sadness and sit and stay with it for as long as needs to exist so that we can share our greatest joys together. I will do life right. I will *feel* life.
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