My friend often reminds me that there are things worse than death. Many people I know who struggle with chronic illnesses, anxiety, depression, and mental illness would probably agree. The bravery it takes to suffer through their daily existence goes unnoticed by those of us on the other side. The hard thing is that we often think our reality and struggles are immeasurably harder than anything anyone else is going through or has gone through. It becomes one more way to divide us instead of bringing us together.
I am sad at the world, lately. Sad at how many ways there are to keep us from really talking, from reaching out and understanding each other, from finding ways to build; rather than destroy. Politics, religion, gender, sexuality, race, and so many other things we use to divide ourselves and find reasons to hate. We lament that there aren't heroes anymore but struggle to take a stand ourselves.
Some say that we are here to learn and perfect ourselves to return to God. Others say Earth is Hell, while others say this life is all there is. To me, it doesn't matter which is true, because the answer is the same. If I am perfecting myself and learning lessons to return to God, I need every minute I can get because I have a long way to go. If this is Hell on Earth, I refuse to let the darkness win. I will do everything I can to make it bearable for the people who have to suffer here with me. If this is all we have, I am going to make this worth having.
If we all live each day trying to make life better for just one other person, death would be the worse thing we could experience. It is a dark time for many of us, but love has always been stronger than hate. I hope that we realize that before it is too late.