Our Greatest Lie

I believe our greatest lie we tell to everybody, is the lie that one day, it gets better. It does not get better. There is even a chance that it will never get better. The most damaging lie we tell ourselves, and each other, is that it gets better. Nothing will ever just get better. Many things will never get better. It is okay to admit this, and to accept this. I do not accept that people do not have the right to end their own lives if they desire to, life is hard. To be aware is hard. To be aware and to lack direction is painful. To exist without meaning is torture. It may not get better. Not for you, not for me. The most we can do is to find reasons why we should stay. Why we should suffer, and why we should live. If you struggle with happiness, if you struggle with meaning, if you struggle at all, I encourage you to find not only who or what makes you happy, but to find who you make happy.

Of course, even through all of this, it is your decision in the end. You have the right to your own life, you have control over what you do with it, when and where it ends, how it ends. These are all rights nobody can take away from any other human being. And, as much as I hate to say it, it may not get better. It may never get better. But how will you know, if you do not stay along for the ride? There are always more things to try, more people to meet, there is always more love to feel. I tell you this because I love you, whoever you are, wherever you may be. I do not care what makes us different, and I do not accept that just because I may not know you, means I can not love you. I tell you the truth because I love you, and I always will. It may always be a struggle. I may always be painful. However, you will not know unless you stick through it. And though you owe nobody anything, you will not see all the people that will miss you. All the people you could’ve made smile, have made smile. All the people that wake up and will think about you, or what you’ve done, or how you’ve made them feel, and be better for it. You may never feel better, this is true. You may never even be happy. I promise, however, that you will never not be loved. Even if it is just by myself.

“For such small creatures such as we the vastness is bearable only through love”

Carl Sagan

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