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Still, I Survived
A meditation of sorts on life and death.
A game of chance they called Russian Roullette with more than one in the chamber. Should a stray or perfectly aimed bullet strike me tonight, let it not be in anger.
Revolt regularly, it’ll make revolution seem less impossible. Fight with all your might for what you believe is right. Real men stand up for what others believe in, as well as their own values.
Threats came and proved mostly empty, which was a shame considering how forward we looked to half of them coming to pass.
If there’s one thing I learned about life so far, it’s that both living and learning can hurt. Especially without a Why to drive you.
The daily wounds add up — both of the individual and the collective. Rarely is it ever more than we can bear, it just too often feels that way.
However, if there’s one thing I learned about death so far, it’s that whether you spend your time fearing it or forgetting all about it — it still comes. As far as I can tell, better to make the best of it, and make it worth it by living life to the fullest while you can.
Win, lose or draw, nobody gets out alive. Half of us don’t even remember what happy means, or simply don’t possess the means to be happy.
