late night writes

that's death knocking at the door | 1

I'll never know what "living" meant. Was it the inhale and exhale of oxygen, the feeling of blood running through my veins? I always thought that was too simple. Why would anyone have to be reminded to breathe? The human body functions on the basis of survival. The brain says, "Oh, you don't want to breathe? Well, I'm going to find a way to make you breathe again." But even if our bodies are supposed to protect us, sometimes they are the very bane of our existence. We've never had control of what we do, but the brain likes to make us think we do. Our brains do it all. It tortures, laughs and loves. It hates and cries. It even breaks the so-called rule of constant survival. Our brains created everything that we as humans try to avoid. However, the brain tries to make up for itself by giving us happiness, love, excitement, etc. What if that's all a lie, too? A trick to keep us all from knowing what "living" truly is. Sorry if this sounds suicidal or depressing to the ill-brained, but the phrase "live your life" was always complete bullshit.

The drawing at the beginning of this chapter is by no means mine. All credit goes to the artist whose signature is at the bottom right. Thanks for reading. Tell me your insight. :)