Life is complicated. It's complex. The one second you think you understand what's going on, the next you question your existence. Sometimes you wonder if there's even a point. If there's a reason to go through life wondering what the point is?
Maybe there is, maybe there isn't.
But we can give ourselves our reason, our point.
We can choose to give up when it gets hard,
Or we can fight, and hope to succeed.
For it is also possible to fail at giving up, and let me tell you that it's worse than failing to fight.
For in the end, life is just a series of moments, one moment followed by the next moment. On and on forever.
Until we stop. Until we cease to exist.
We can't control when that series of moments starts but we have say on how it ends.
But most of all, we can choose how to fill it.
We can choose whether we want it to be filled with the pain and agony of existence,
Or to replace that with joy?
We can't control it all, for life is complex and terrifying.
But we do have a say on who can be in it.
We can choose to have someone in our life who makes us smile and laugh,
Or someone who makes us want to put a bullet through our head.
That's your choice to make.
I know what choice I'm making.
For this is my life,
My series of moments.
And I don't want to regret having filled each moment with hatred.
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The thoughts I feel
PoetryI'm not the world's best poet. But I enjoy writing poetry and things similar to that. This will be an ever growing collection of thoughts and emotions I have fathomed into words that grew into sentences, paragraphs and poems. Please don't judge. ...
