Even in death, there lies beauty.
Though it brings absolute hopelessness, we thrive off of it. Would we even be living was it not for the fact that we could die at any moment.
You see, we are animals, and as animals we instinctively seek to survive. We didn't learn this at birth, yet somehow we still knew.
But are our instincts all for naught?
No matter the effectiveness of the path taken, the outcome will always remain the same.
So the question to be asked is not whether or not to be, but what can be done for the ones left behind once we stop being.
Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 9:20 AM UTC
Even in death, there lies beauty.
Though it brings absolute hopelessness, we thrive off of it. Would we even be living was it not for the fact that we could die at any moment.
You see, we are animals, and as animals we instinctively seek to survive. We didn't learn this at birth, yet somehow we still knew.
But are our instincts all for naught?
No matter the effectiveness of the path taken, the outcome will always remain the same.
So the question to be asked is not whether or not to be, but what can be done for the ones left behind once we stop being.
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