To live or give up living
Living is more of a suggestion
Wether you suffer the aches and pains
Of the depressing ebbs and flow
Or you face life head on
Getting past the insurmountable odds
To die, to be free from overwhelming anxiety
That comes with the natural flow of life
We all want to be without strife
And maybe by dying we are transported
Possibly to a better realm of existence
There's the problem though
When we die where will we end up?
Eternal grace? Horrible eternal punishment?
When we push away these normal feelings
You take a moment, to honor that choice
Because that anxiety makes the struggle of life seem that much longer
Why would you choose to prolong such pain?
The people who hurt you, others so proud of themselves they can't even see their flaws
The hearts broken from careless past loves, when proper justice seems like inaction, the politicians that don't seem to take the oath of office to heart, and the pain that comes with the patience of waiting for the wrongs to be righted, but if not you to bear these weights of depression then who would take the toll?
You stay quiet in public but take on the world in the little uneasy rest you can hardly obtain
Taking all this on not knowing what is yet to come when death arrives at your door and no one you know has entered into death and returned to tell you of its glory or it pains and you have no idea if you have the will to carry on with no idea of reward in death
And yet we deal with issues at hand not knowing whether it will be better or worse when we finally give up and die?
These ideas haunt the back of everyone's mind and makes even the strongest of us cower in fear of not knowing what's next
Although we may approach the day with sunny disposition a shadow of doubt is in the back of everyone's mind
We may do something heroic or brave or possibly selfless
But with these thoughts in the back of our mind at all times
These amazing acts seem to lose all merit
If Shakespeare were alive today
