<meta name='google-adsense-platform-account' content='ca-host-pub-1556223355139109'/> <meta name='google-adsense-platform-domain' content='blogspot.com'/> <!-- --><style type="text/css">@import url(//www.blogger.com/static/v1/v-css/navbar/3334278262-classic.css); div.b-mobile {display:none;} </style> </head><body><script type="text/javascript"> function setAttributeOnload(object, attribute, val) { if(window.addEventListener) { window.addEventListener('load', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }, false); } else { window.attachEvent('onload', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }); } } </script> <div id="navbar-iframe-container"></div> <script type="text/javascript" src="https://apis.google.com/js/platform.js"></script> <script type="text/javascript"> gapi.load("gapi.iframes:gapi.iframes.style.bubble", function() { if (gapi.iframes && gapi.iframes.getContext) { gapi.iframes.getContext().openChild({ url: 'https://www.blogger.com/navbar/8599300432464789972?origin\x3dhttps://writingsonwall.blogspot.com', where: document.getElementById("navbar-iframe-container"), id: "navbar-iframe" }); } }); </script>
Why Do You Always Treat Me Like That.
Friday, October 10, 2008, 14:49
Back to blogging using the phone. Meaning, the emo posts will come back. Okay, maybe not emo. Issues that make you think? Definitely no more nonsense coming from the phone, but if I feel like making myself happy, I would still do the blog-on-the-spot thing. Of course, when I do that, its just pure nonsense coming out.

Today. I am talking about the will to live. Whoah. (Someone whispers loudly, 'Will to live. Sounds crappy.') Oh well, maybe its really shit. But heck, I have too much time to waste.

So yes, life.

Let's go back to the dramas. (Whoo. Drama-mamas.) When some actor slips into a coma, the family members get worried and ask the doctor when their dear brother or son would wake up, the doctor always say, 'It depends on his will to live.' But back, why is it always the guys who go into the coma?

It depends on his own will to live. Yes, this is the topic sentence.

Now, you ask yourself, do you have the will to live? I think you would say yes. Duh; everybody would say yes. But do you really think so? Time to be true to yourself.

Maybe life's not treating you good enough. Maybe your enemies suck too much. Maybe you have too little allowance. Maybe you don't have black hair.

And these happen to be excuses.

You are alive and kicking and you would say you have the will to live. But when you really happen to be in a coma, that's when it comes into play. Your unconscious being would decide for yourself when is it time to wake up and meet stress and anger and unhappiness all over again. Your unconscious being would decide whether to even wake up or make you a vegetable. (Maybe you will grow green leaves.)

Then, that is the time when you have no control and it's not lips-service anymore. You have to show that you have the desire to continue living, not by speaking, but by gaining consciousness.

And would you really gain consciousness? How long would it take for you to gain consciousness, for you to win the fight? Would you really fight for your life? Or would you stay on the hospital bed for three years?

You have no say, really.

The will to live and your fighting spirit are simply indicated by a coma.

Anyhow, I just want to share that life, being life, shows us a lot of things. It makes us matured, it forces us to grow up. It teaches us lessons and instill morals in us. It gives us the chance to do things we never thought possible.

I want to grow stronger with life. I want to press on, to know that there is the rainbow after all that thunderstorm, to know that there is my star in the lonely night. I want to grow, and definitely, I want to appreciate life.






Ernest