Joe
I can feel my body breaking down from the exhaustion of never doing anything. I can feel my brain falling down into a black hole of nothingness. My fingertips no longer dance over the keyboard to write stories, poems, lyrics. I no longer pull the trigger to take photos of people I love, or of myself, or of anything everything nothing. I've lost sight of what I want to do, simply because I am not doing. I'm lost in a labyrinth and it feels like the only way out of it is doing what will lead to disappointment and hurt and regret.
A few years ago I read the book 'Looking for Alaska' by John Green. It discussed the idea of a labyrinth, inspired by the famous last words of Simon Bolivar. Miles wonders if it's life or death that is the labyrinth. Alaska says that the labyrinth isn't life or death, but suffering.
"Doing wrong and having wrong things happen to you. That's the problem. Bolivar was talking about the pain, not about the living or dying. How do you get out of the labyrinth of suffering?"
And in the end, she chooses to die.
But if dying is not a choice? What do you do then?