In this life, we must walk alone … There are things that we must work out on our own, griefs that others cannot grasp, blames that can never be handed to anyone. Things are what they are, love cures some things but not all things! Dawn rises and darkness falls, a cycle we must all accept. One day light will win, I hold on to that, but in my inability to overcome my ghosts, in the midst of my sin and humanity, I fear a day when there will seem nothing worth fighting for, or that at the end of it all, I wouldn’t have been one who was loosed … There are plenty of struggles no one can bear for another, they must be carried, towards death.
What makes a person pen out goodbye letters when they are well? It’s that they have already died to this life. They have lost all hope and their hearts have been so muddied by life that they can’t see any other way. Sometimes it’s not out of revenge or anger, but out of a genuine fatigue of the soul. They say our souls don’t age, but mine has aged and fails me, but who has time for pity parties and death notes when life waits for no one? We must all carry some burden, some that no one else would understand and in their attempts at understanding and comfort, they muddy us more; so there are burdens that I understand I must carry, alone towards death
Blessings on a hill 