The moment when you see a person on his death bed, so helpless, so defeated. That's a possible turning point. Or maybe just a harsh reminder that you can be just that, one day. That it's possible for you to just somehow be paralyzed by the ironies of life when just the day before you were having the time of your life, feeling like you're on top of the world, engulfed in pure happiness and the rage of the youth. Invincible.
Nothing lasts forever. Neither does the pain. It will all fade away. Isn't that a soothing thought anyway. But you know what is the truest form of ignorance? When you see your own blood lying on the bed fighting for his life and slowly losing the battle, and making it an excuse to enjoy life as you please, as it benefits you most. The level of selfishness is pathetic, unbearable for me to even slowly digest the fact that you are somehow, human. Maybe you're not. Maybe you're just a body with no soul, unable to feel anything.
I can feel the pain. I can feel this anger. I can feel.
I'm lucky. You're not.
