Fate Worse Than Death
Loss hurts, like it physically hurts, imagining losing everything you worked for, 8 days to a new year. Sadly I need not imagine.
My body hurts, and my heart aches, but that is the game. We all knew the rules, and I kept them in my heart until they became my watchword.
Yet, I flew too close to the sun and burned my wings, and when I fell, I didn’t land among the stars.
How do you rebuild when the ground is broken, how do you start over when there are no pieces left to build with?
There are pains that are useless, pains that don’t mould you into something better, there are things that wouldn’t kill you but wouldn’t make you stronger either.
Go big or die trying they said, since I have refused to die, I kept trying. But then when one loses the will, strength and the ability to try once again, that right there is a fate worse than death.
