It's interesting to have freedom,
something that one desires fervently,
but now one fears it
as if it were a deadly drug.
And in a way,
it can be.

There is something frightening about freedom.
One realizes that they must take control
of their one short life.
They must decide what their goals are.
Do they serve
a higher purpose?

This fear of responsibility
can weigh one down,
make them feel insecure,
uncertain of what will happen next.
One is in control of their future,
yet terrified of what is to come.

One may want to hide,
and pretend that this wasn't happening.
The pressure may just be too much,
and one may want to end it all,
with a rope,
or a bullet.

But there is so much more life has to offer,
so why end it?
Life will try to beat you down,
so keep getting back up.
Take hold of your freedom,
and love it.

Have the courage to exist

And in the end,
you will be happy.