Living might be hard and dying might be easy because, in some weeks, she feels everything, then she feels nothing. Sometimes she forgets everything. She forgets because she doesn't care anymore. She grew thick skin as protection. She barely feels the heat of the sun. She barely feels the frost formed in the window. But, even with that skin, she got bruises not knowing what had caused them. Her neurons weakened. Her dendrites got lazy. She is pinched... by nails and by painful things, but she feels nothing. Just no emotion. Nothing can hurt her. Do you think that it's good? No. It's scary because nothing can make her happy either. I know because I did a little observation.
Living might be hard and dying might be easy because I have barely seen him going out of his house. He's not washing his car for a month, not watering the plants for days. He got deliveries from a fast-food chain and his friends can't talk to him since he won't answer the calls. He missed his taekwondo class for weeks and he barely opens his window or curtain. I know because I did a little look.
Living might be hard and dying might be easy because I've read her post last week. She seemed down ad alone. She's lonely and no one understands her. She has a broken family. She has a boyfriend who doesn't take their relationship seriously. She might have friends but it would be a misnomer since they talk bad things about her when she's not with them. She's surrounded by judgmental eyes and mouths operating without an ear to listen to the voice of her soul. She got a lot of Facebook friends around 1000+ would like and react to her profile picture but neither of them can be called when she's in need. I know because I did a little stalk.
Living might be hard and dying might be easy because she'd written something depressing at the back of her photocopy, she wished that she's dead. Well, she has an expensive smile but just like other expensive things...they're beautiful. When a seatmate asked her if she's okay, she just nods...but her eyes were opposed. I caught her always...staring blankly ahead. She doesn't usually talk to anyone first. She maybe is afraid of being neglected. I know because I sit behind her on some Fridays and beside her on some Wednesdays.
Living might be hard and dying might be easy, but dear, life is great, even if you think that it is not.
Fyangzee
xoxo 💜
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Prayer can move mountains and in God nothing is impossible with Him. Always value the life He had given us and that choose to live, life is full of mystery.