death

I have been visited many times, close friends, parents, loved ones. It is a fact of life. You can't escape it. I am happy about the times I have turned you away. I've told you to leave. I am not afraid of you. I've danced with you, but I always knew that, as tired as I am of being alive, I have no wish to die. You grind and grind, and then what? No one really knows. You have to live now.

So, now what? What are you going to do that is different, now that you have had a wake up call? Nothing, probably. Keep grinding. Keep moving forward. Because you can't stand the thought that you would let these people down. That you would fail. You fail every day. So what? Do you have the right to check out? People depend on you, doesn't that mean something?