Just when you think your life cannot descend any further, the only thing in this shit world that matters leaves you behind.
Many people say they have nothing, usually in retrospect it can be determined that there is much to be appreciated, yet overlooked. Loved ones, friends, soul mates even, but when in this state of contemplation it is determined that all of these things are absent or false, the drive is lost. Continuing this path with truly nothing is not only hard, but unrewarding, pointless, and even painful.
The question of a soul’s existence, of being and reason, is valid. However, it is fully noticed when something is missing. Maybe it is not a soul, it is possibly non-existent, but the emptiness inside is undeniable.
I once had something inside me, a core of being and drive for life and experience. If there is such a thing as a soul, mine has left me.
