i think it's super scary.
i was reading khuz's wall, everyone's wishes.. "wake up" and stuff.
i tried to imagine him, lying in bed with eyes closed. no physical movement..
contrasting the few times i saw him, just like a monkey.
it was so touching, saddening, and you can't do anything about it.
COMA.
so many people would like to be in a coma.
or die.
to rid themselves of trouble.
but they either wake up to the mounting heap of troubles they escaped from or leave a wake of troubles.
like the law of conservation, troubles don't disappear when you do.
or.. maybe they do, if you're the cause of it.
but you're not, you know that.
you can be strong, you know that.
you just haven't realized what tougher material you're made up of.
hang tough, cry it out.
feel suicidal, be depressed, it's what humans go through. just through different extents.
it'll either be fine at the end, or not.
but see, either way, it'll end.
that's where happiness begins.
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
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