I’m sorry to hear that anon, but I’ve been there with you, far more times than I care to admit. What keeps me going when I don’t feel like I want to anymore? The fact that your very existence is a miracle beyond all comprehension. Not in a spiritual sense, but in that billions upon billions of random events, chance encounters, chemical reactions, close calls, interactions and relationships in measure beyond counting happened in just the right way as to form the circumstances that put you in this place, at this point in history with a mind capabale of pondering what all that means. In that sense, the universe exists only for you, but you owe your life not only to the torrent of possibilities that put you here, but to the countless possibilities that did not make it this far. You owe it to all of them to seize this gift, the greatest gift of all, the gift of feeling, of understanding, and of consciousness and to run with it for as far as it will take you and for as long as you possess it. Anything else is just disrespect. I know that might all sink in at once, but you’re never far from a friend or just a kind stranger who will listen. Count me among their numbers.
I only vaguely remember writing this last night, but I like it, flaws and all. Putting it here for keeping since I tend to delete asks over there after a time.