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.. I used to think life was wrothless. A useless item that had no use in the human life. Why is it that people are willing to fight for it if it just means living in a world of hate, suffering, and war? A world that bred the people that kill others for their own ambition, and countries attack one another because of their racial and religious differnces. Why would anyone live in a world that is dying from the denial and aduuse that we cause? A world of hate, fear, and depression. But doesn't depresion end? Isn't there something in our dark times that makes us remmember why each of us are born? Doesn't the pressure make us stronger? A diamond in the rough. Life is easy to take away if we allow ourselves to have it taken. But why do some of us allow it? Becuase they look for freedom, for salvation, for an end to the pain that they can no longer handle. But isn't the things in life wroth fighting for? Friends, family, the sun on your face, and the sand between your toes. True life can be hard and dangerouse, but that doesn't make it evil. The world is like ourselves. It has its good sides and its bad sides. But it fights for its life because it knows that if it gives up we die with it. If someone dies, another will want to follow because they are afraid to face the challenges that lie ahead alone, but are afraid of what lies beyond death. They do not realize however is that they are never alone. They have their family and friends that will carry them through the storm. I thought that if I was gone, then nothing would change. But change does happen, small or big. If I was gone, I wouldn't see my sister get married in 10 years, or become the godmother of her first child when she has it. I wouldn't get the chance to work with animals as a vet like I dreamed. I wouldn't get to hear my siblings' laughter or feel my mom's warm hugs. The world, life, may seem unfair, and hard at times. But its fighting, growing, loving, sharing, seeing, and remmembering all the times that we made our way through the seemingly endless storms, and coming out into the light again knowing that our world, life, and the owns we love are worth fighting for.
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