[This is sort of a pre-quel of the "Ira" essays. Writen some time ago...in a VERY basic level of english which bothers me like HELL...but I still like it.

Style: none really, just wrote it as it was...]Somewhere in 2008...

Worth DYING / LIVING for?
There comes a time when we all wonder why we have to try so hard to do things right… most of the time ending up in a pile of lost memories, often worth just a simple smile or plain nothing.
Because it all seems that, whenever you try and give your best, you still don’t get that pride and honour you naturally deserve.
Why? We know fairytales and herioc legends aren’t for real… but we could use some consideration. Life is something we all make up in our minds, together, as a society. We all hav that power of creating or tearing down that infinite source of life: faith.
Little stars of faith and hope is what we are, but (un)fortunately we need each other to build up the whole magnificence of our world. But then again, if everybody has its own shining, why won’t we all be grateful? Why is people so keen on hurting you, of making you less worthy?
It’s all the balance of the equation of life. There wouldn’t be a tickle of shine without a touch of pain and tears… just wouldn’t be fair.
To make our shine brighter we have to “clean” everything up, start from a zero. Make it worth.
… Just can’t be that simple… there’s more…
After a tough fight, I’m entirely sure, we still don’t get what we deserve. All in all, if life were a clean and just world, we’d all take our final rest, and the world would perish in the infinity of its night.
A life with no goals? The only difference between tha and our death is our breathing, our animal, primary necesities.
As we keep on walking we’ve got to realice life is an endless battle. A war in which we all have to bleed to dead. Ungrateful we are with and between ourselves, it’s our nature, our instinct of survival. Because if there was no pain, there would be no shining.
“There’s no motor capable of working without fuel”. There is no strenght without pain. All we got is our simple, plain smile to keep us away from death.
Keep on shining. You’re not alone. Make every tear worth it. Stick to the precious life you’ve been given. Fight for the one and only thing you’ll always have: freedom.

Ain’t that worth DYING / LIVING for?