We have a choice. Life or Death. We have a choice.
Every day we make a choice, consciously or not, on whether
we wish to go on in this façade of a life or not. Most don’t even know they
make this choice as they go about their business, but I do. I see the window I
can jump out of. I see the approaching bridge as I’m driving. I see the bottle
of pills on the counter-top. With everything I see I make the conscious choice
to continue my existence because I have more to live for than I have to lose.
But with every passing day I wonder if that balance is going to shift. I wonder
if what I’m living for is enough. I wonder if I have the strength to fight
through a bad day and survive into the next.
There are some days, however, where I have teetered on that
brink. I hate those days because if I actually knew I’d made my peace with GOD, you wouldn’t be here to read this.
Nor would I be here to type this.
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