There are just as many ways to live as there are to die. They are parallel to each other, actually. Sitting in a room, in darkness and in silence, allows possibilities for both life and death.

What seems more satisfying? Being in a dark, silent room, and dying? Or being there, yet, “living”?  There is a small difference between the two: If you just so happen to survive this circumstance, you are given another chance to correct yourself. Every time you survive something, constantly correct it. And correct it. And correct it.

But when you die, you have no other chance. That’s it. There may be something beyond death, but no other life is guaranteed more than the one you’re existing in now.

So now what do you want to do?

Die?