why are most of us so loyal to life
when the pain and frustration and worry of it all
outweighs the joy
where does this loyalty even come from?
maybe god (if you believe in that sort of thing)
maybe it’s just the instinct to self-preserve
how else do you explain cockroaches and termites
and dung beetles
they’re on an endless rotation of avoiding death
for the sake
of just trying to avoid it again tomorrow too
some of those nasty, depressing insects
have been around for millions of years though
maybe there’s something to learn from them
Less Than 1%: Surviving My Stillborn 