There’s something that has been bothering me for a while now. What is it you may ask? Well, it’s the fact that I haven’t blogged in a while that has me annoyed. I have so many ideas, but rarely have the time, or effort, needed to put pen to paper! (Finger to keyboard in this case). Either way, I’m here now, and I have something to write about.
Fighting. Is it really worth it? No, I’m not talking about petty arguments amognst strangers on Facebook, or fist fights amongst friends. I’m talking about something a lot more serious. Fighting for your life. Fighting to survive. Fighting to save yourself, from your thoughts. The biggest fight I have ever had in my life was with myself. I shouldn’t say was, rather IS. It’s ongoing, and it always will be. Sure, things will cool down for a bit, but temperatures will rise again.
Fighting your thoughts is probably the hardest thing you will have to do in your life. That’s the truth for me anyway. However, my question is, is it really worth fighting for? Things will always get better, but what goes up must come crashing back down again. Is life really worth living for these glimmers of hope that we have? I’m constantly trying to keep myself from slipping away, but eventually the mental capacity to do so just wears out.
If I’ve depressed you, I apologise. If I’ve depressed you, I want you to fight it. As for me, I’ll have to make my mind up on that.
Nacho Man Celli