There are moments when you don’t want to live.
When you question why you are alive
When you question humanity
And question the madness that can exist inside
And all the tragedy we each seem to create
The jealous, the rage, the sadness,
The hate
There are moments when everything you do seems to fall apart
When you question if you can ever get yourself to make a second start
There are moments when you feel forgotten and that nothing matters…
These discouragements seem to chip you away
There are moments when you feel alone
Moments when you don’t have the faith to stand on your own.
In these moments, the discouragement is real.
It’s not a joke, not something that you can “just make go away”
It’s like a cloud that hovers over you…
Making you not want to stay
There are moments when it feels like all the things that once matter don’t
You’d rather shut your eyes then keep living.
There are moments when your prayer…seems to not be heard.
I don’t know.
It just seems like what’s the point sometimes.
What is the point of this life?
Of there being so much strife?
Of people ignoring each other, people hurting and killing at the same time
People with souls that have seem to have gone blind
And the discouraging part is yet there you are taking it in,
Believing,
Hoping,
Trusting that this time our behavior would end
Where we could really start to see the effect we have on each other
That we could begin to truly be kind to one another.
That’s the discouraging part about life.
Makes you not even want to try.
I mean why?
Why?
Does it matter?
Does it matter at all?
Sometimes I think I know and…
Sometimes I don’t know.
But I have to stay alive.
Because fulfilling my purpose depends on it.