Wholesome Greentext

As someone who has been on the brink of death for two years, who has little way out. Who has lost everything they thought made life worth living. Whose future is entirely out of their hands and in the random process of biology and whims of some higher ups in power.

Maybe the struggle to survive is life itself? I know my struggle doesn’t lead anywhere. Merely delaying the inevitable and prolonging suffering. But also I can’t help myself not to have irrational hope, to hope for a better future, to struggle every day, because the alternative is “the end”.