Some trials of life test your stamina to it’s absolute brink. It seems pleasant to lay your head down and allow the demons around you to stampede on top of you. You justify your laziness by telling yourself how strong you’ve been thus far. You’re exhausted. Battling life has, somehow, leeched life away from you. So you let yourself sink into oblivion, waiting for a miracle instead of fighting for one as you’ve done in the past. Dear child, the only miracle that will emerge from giving up is death. The grim reaper smiles when he sees a tired soul. Pick up your weapons and fight because I guarentee you there will be something worth sticking around for.