Living

Today in my humanities class, my teacher asked us what the most difficult thing in life is and various responses were spoken around the room as I blacked everyone out and thought. I was no longer in my body, but outside of it as I watched everyone interact and communicate, sharing their beliefs and principles. But they were all wrong. The most difficult thing in life is living and having the ability to breathe even when one

wishes not to. Because when you're dead, all your problems disappear and vanish as our bodies stop functioning. The voices inside our heads are finally silent. Even though our hair will continue to grow after a month of our pronounced deaths, we will not be aware of this growing process. We will not be able

to think or over analyze every situation and possible scenario in our lives where one mistake can cause a ripple effect in our

futures. Only when we are dead, will we be at peace with the world because we are no longer in the world. We will no longer feel pain or the process of hurting as our hearts stop beating and our memories slowly fade. Living is the most difficult thing because the next breath is never guaranteed. Nothing in life is promised, except death. We are not born alive. We are born dead, slowly dying each day, until we have reached death.