Friday, November 28, 2008
For whom the bell tolls
It's becoming harder and harder to wake up everyday.
When you wake up and wish that you were more sleepy so that you could have a legitimate reason for not wanting to wake up. Nobody picks death because it is a sweet release, or the peaceful exit that we romanticise it to be. Death is always going to be a frightening and impossible idea - I can't imagine not existing, not being able to think or move or just simply trying to understand the unknown path that lies before me presents an infinity of fear and uncertainty. No, death can never be a state of Certain rest.
I think that eventually people pick death because the prospect of waking up into a nightmare another 18425 times in the rest of their life is much more painful and unbearable than dying just once.
belle epoque at 11:13 AM