This day I live, not
for me, but for you.
To end it all, would mean to you
nothing at all. Woe is me, I live.

- JLA

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14 Mar 2008

Ever feel dead inside?

Life

It’s a feeling I find myself feeling more and more lately.  I don’t know where I am going in life, what I am doing.  I am floating in space with vast blackness all around me, feeling cold and alone.  I have plenty of air to breathe, but each breath comes with more of a struggle than the last.  I wish the last breath was it sometimes, I wish I would not take another.  I want to force myself to not.

What am I doing?  Where am I doing?  Who am I?  Is this everything I want in life?  Is this all I want to amount to in this world?  Have I achieved my greatest potential?  Have I maxed out what I can learn?  What have I left to offer this existence?  Can I better myself?  Can I be a better person?

I feel the last question is the only one I can answer.  And that answer is no.  But is that a good or a bad thing?  I find myself making the decision that is always ultimately better for the other person than myself.  I want to help people, genuinely and honestly.  I don’t want people to suffer, even a total stranger and if I can do anything in my power to save them even a moments pain - I want to be able to do that!  So why would I ask if that is a bad thing?

Well when it comes to defining myself and what I live by, it is the worst possible thing I can say about myself.  I live to help others in every aspect of life.  I always help them, but I never help me.  As far as I am concerned, that is the best person I can be.  Which means I have reached my potential in that regards.  With the amount of empathy I have, that means I am unable to improve, unable to do any better.  I have no reason to reach further because I have reached as far as I am able, as far as I feel anyone is able.  I strive to become a better person and I did, so much in fact I can strive no further.  I can not become better, I can not improve.  I have a hard to accepting that.  It makes me wander, lost with no direction at all, no purpose.

Yet I take another breath each time.  I must have some purpose left, deep down I must known I have some goal yet filled.  Something to live for.  Breath for.  Strive for?