Life is a gift. As sweet as a ripped peach, as precious as a gilded
jewel. I have never been able to understand the logic of willfully
surrendering such a treasure. And what is there to gain? How dark can
your existence be when compared to an eternal void? Unless of course,
you have faith that there is something beyond. What do you see from
where you stand? A bright light at the end of the tunnel? Is it a ray
of hope? A glimmer of something better? Or will it burn you like the
rising sun? Is that sound you're hearing the trumpeting of St. Peter's
angels, or the screams of Memnoch's tortured souls? You can't answer
that, can you, because you will never know the answer, until after the
deed is done. And is your faith, really that strong? I understand the
need to move on; it is something that happens to us all, and your time
has truly come. I also understand that with the beauty of this life
there comes pain and despair. No one is immune. But consider what you
have in your hands before you give it up. Don't trade a treasure for an
empty box.
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