I have been thinking. About life, it's purpose and all that it has to offer. Why should we suffer so much to add meaning to life when one day we all just die?
Death. Life.
Strong words.
You know, some days it all gets too much. But the optimist I protect inside me never lets me betray hope.
But that doesn't mean I don't cry or rant about this painful mission we are doomed to accomplish- living. Life is pretty unfair starting from birth, isn't it? Consider our birth, was there ever a choice to not be born?— % &But again, the optimist in me shouts, life is pretty beautiful. We get to experience it all, sunrises, sunsets, moon, sky, bird's chirps, love, friendships, kindness, fear,confidence, failures, successes, tears, kisses, and hugs!
Perhaps that's the thing about life, that we get to experience both good and bad. And maybe suffering is just the price we pay to experience joy, and joy the price we pay to experience suffering.
Life is beautiful.
I protect the optimist in me very fiercely, didn't I say?
I refuse to give up hope.
I refuse to give up on hope.
// HOPE.
~strong word.— % &
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