Transient
As time goes by, the world makes less and less sense to me. I just don't understand it, and I don't think I ever will. Why people do what they do, why they make the choices they make... so many people let themselves be miserable because they're afraid. If you're afraid of the pain and the hardships of life, then you might as well not exist. Only through overcoming one's own fears can he or she truly be considered "alive." I'm not afraid to suffer. I'm not afraid to bleed for my happiness. I'm not afraid of what people can do to me when I trust them. I'm not afraid of death. Of course, fear is death. It precludes any and all living in favor of hollow moments of pseudo-security. Security is an illusion. You are always in danger of being hurt, used, manipulated... always. Shutting people out doesn't save you any pain or heartache.
When you're on your deathbed, thinking about how easy your life was, are you going to be satisfied with that? That you never had to hurt because you never opened up? Are you alive, or just breathing?
Life is pain. From pain, we learn the true beauty of life. So I say that one should always grab for the highest goals one can, and never sell oneself short to keep from hurting. People who do that were only born to die.
When you're on your deathbed, thinking about how easy your life was, are you going to be satisfied with that? That you never had to hurt because you never opened up? Are you alive, or just breathing?
Life is pain. From pain, we learn the true beauty of life. So I say that one should always grab for the highest goals one can, and never sell oneself short to keep from hurting. People who do that were only born to die.