How does one tell somebody something when he may already know the response, and it is not a response in his favor. I often wonder if I should listen to those who tell me of bad things, or if I should reach out and discover the horrid truth that awaits me myself.
But then... what if it is all just a lie or misguided information.
Why does it hurt to feel this way? Where is the cure?
Many people ask, "What is the meaning of life?" The answer is simple... to die.
To some death is a horrible goal to reach and many wish that it would never happen. But if there was something else in life for you, wouldn't life try and last as long as it can to achieve such a goal. Instead we have disease, war, murder, a constant feuling of the things that bring death closer and closer to us. Yet there are those who wish for death. A quick and painless way to solve the problems that life seems to build on.
The American dream is "The Persuit of Happiness". But the biggest hope for, is a drug that may make life easier, but in the end can only shorten your time on this world... money. It let's us buy happiness. Cars, toys, TV's, video games, and in many cases love. Love... the worst drug of all.
Love is a deadly drug that will drag anyone with it to it's end. Love is the product of all things good. But all good must be balanced by evil. And the one evil people fear the most... DEATH. People will curse God for the death of a loved one. But had there been no love, there would be nothing but a corpse. He didn't die, he was already dead. No one to share his pain, no one to share his love. No one to care of his existence. Only death. Without the good, it no longer seems evil. It just happened.
But for someone who sees only death, why is there so much love in his heart.
For me, I wish not for death, because there are too many who care about me. The problem, the ones I care about most, only care about me as much as the others.
Point: I strive for love. I want all the things that make me happy. What is the American dream to me... The ability to go home to someone who will want to love me just as much as I love them. I wish not of death, but of life. I may sound contradicting, but that is the way of my life. "Every action, has an opposite and equal reaction."Famous words that many think only hold a physical meaning. But I believe that the emotions of an individual act in the same way... Output good... Input evil. Thus for me... I am respectful of the oppsite sex... so in return... disrespect?
Perhaps in the movement to create myself a life worth for me to live, the only product I recieve is a life filled with pain, torment, and nothingness. To my death goes no love, so with my death, I only take myself. No one's cares, no one's worries, no one's love. Just myself. | 
