Life begets death, an impassable obstacle that will surely devour one whole. Impending doom.
Once one makes this certainty realised to themselves, what becomes useful in life- needed, wanted, worth the foreshadowing?
What makes actions/objects pointless, what dictates this factor in a limited life?
What becomes important- what makes me worthwhile in existence?
All that used to matter to me would be happiness in others, hope, love, knowledge, and I lost that. For months, years, I lost everything, gave into the tyranny, the melancholy. My mind became intertwined in a syrian darkness, a spiralling abyss seemingly inescapable.
You showed me life through your literacy, in a period less than 10 minutes long you showed me why life wasn’t made pointless through death and depression. You told me what was worth the destruction dooming us all, told me what could be valued more than death, multiple factors superseding death, hope. All I had was one thing to cling to, now I have several.
You saved me, and I could never tell you.