Survival

I am at death's door. As I live, I too must face that. Not the challenge of survival, for there is no challenge in a thing for its own sake. I must however, endeavor to succumb the proclivities before me.

In a chance a choice was made and in that choice lies the startled brain, the evocative thought which we strive to recant. But there is no honor in doing anymore, as much as it has become the matter of asking questions not for the sake of learning or perpetuating thinking, rather to prove a point without merit.

I have challenged the fear apparent in all things to overcome my desire to succeed and it wills to succeed itself. As it does, what is that desire then? Why must I complete that which has an end for the purpose of repetition if or when not intertwined in a scientific endeavor?

I do not fear life itself as it appears that life is merely a feeble encounter with a passing moment in this we can time which although potent and quite determined culminates in an impossibly short time allowing for the betterment of that which was pondered to be feared yet now overcome.

The illuminating moment of discovery is not the element of success, but rather the realisation that the accomplished was in fact so simple it is undignified to believe we had not achieved it before. Hence it is in living and dying that we achieve survival.