Have you ever wondered what comes after?
Does what we do in this life really matter?
Lately, I've been struggling with such things.
I've been through hell and back—seen and done things that no one could ever even dream of replicating. I fear that the actions of the ones I love, and the actions I've made, have put us on an impossible path of condemnation.
However... I'd do it all over again.
Even now, as I stare into the abyss, I'm thankful—for the people I've met who pushed me this far, for all those who sacrificed themselves for others. I view those who do as heroes and legends.
I have to realize that my life is nearing its end.
Life has a time limit, and there's nothing anyone can do about it.
I've come to terms with that, time and time again.
The time of childhood naivety is over. I'm an adult now, and I must use the time I have left to cultivate the next generation. That's the duty of us who are old—the duty to protect the "King."
This world is harsh and full of senseless violence and hatred—full of nothing but pain.
But it's the only world we have.
It's the only world where she exists.
I have no right to live and exist in the same world as her,
But I'm grateful that I do.
In a world where she can sing, smile, and pray... It's a world that I can be proud of. It's a world that I want to protect and cherish for as long as possible.
However, if this world were to take her from me—
That would be a world that doesn't deserve to exist.
A world that knows only love and peace is impossible.
So without her, I don't see a point or value in that world.
A world that knows only kindness... a world that knows only love...
Can such a world even exist?
Can such a world provide value?
Does what we do really matter?
What comes after?
Do feelings or facts come first?
I'll spend the rest of my days wondering if it'll ever come true.