macbastard

Is it so hard to have someone to hold onto? Yes.
Is it so hard to find something that makes you happy? Yes.
Is it so hard to get up, get out and get going? Yes.
Is it so hard to see things without the vision of apathey? Yes.
Is it so hard to be succesful? Yes.
Is it so hard to find something worth beleiving in? Yes.
Is it so hard to...? Yes.
Why?
Why is it so?
Why is it so hard?


Because someone, somewhere out there wants you to fight. Fight for everything. Fight until you can fight no longer. And then fight somemore. Fight until you are done fighting, because at that moment fighting will no longer be neccacry. Because if you are not fighting, you cannot win. You cannot acheive things you dreamed of as a child. And who wants to dissapoint that sweet little boy with all the dreams and ideas in the world? The little boy who taught you how to dance, and sing, and laugh, and be courious and think that somewhere, somehow, elves, faries, dragons, robots and other outwordly mystical creatures exsist.

I don't. I can't. I don't want keep fighting. But I understand that is a componet of LIVING. I would rather die a warriors death, than an old and infirm one.
I would rather love a thousand times and have my heart ripped out two thousand times, than be unfeeling once.

I will fight until the blade is ripped from my fingres. I will fight until the last breath leaves these bones behind. I will fight through the unfeeling. Tearing at the scartissue and reopening the old wounds if I must. But at least I will know sensation. I will know passion. I will know pain and love and death and fear and hate and...

I will fight so as not to die, even though it may kill me. I will risk my life to live.

Fight. Always. Love. Forever.

Macbastard