The question that comes to my mind each time I get depressed: Do I even exist?
I do. I'm consider myself as something that should live. I want to live free. Breathe free. Exist.
But there are times that I want to not exist. I want to lie in the corner and just hope something will kill me.
After an conversation with a friend, it made me think more about the topic.
We all exist for a higher meaning in life. We may not accept it. But for me, I am learning to accept it.
A few days, possibly the night of the thing that happened... something woke up inside of me. It told me: Exist for who you are.
I'm not crazy, I'm just saying what I felt from my heart and soul. I listen to my heart more than anything in the world. I shall follow it.
If something felt burden on me, I will know it.
If something is troubling you, I will know it.
I exist for that purpose. Because I'm an angel to everybody.
I may accept both the darkness and light but I'm told that I will find my way to the light. Maybe so... but who knows when that will be?
So I shall end saying this to you. Who are you? Why do you exist?
That is all.
With love,
BDK
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