… but that becons the question: “Why keep going?”. There is nothing left here. Nothing to look forward to. Nothing to aspire toward. All hope is lost. All dreams, shattered. Nothingness. Why should you be for the sake of being?

Then you realise, you can’t escape. You can’t stop the pain. The pain doesn’t end with you. It simply moves on to the next casualty: Those you love; those you care about.

So this burden is to remain with you. And you know you have to keep on carrying it, until it’s natural conclusion, where you will pull that motherfucker down with you. End it, for good.

Still, you worry. You wonder if you will be strong enough, for long enough. Will you be able to hold on for not-so-dear life?

Sometimes, you still ask: “Why keep going?”