I have had a thought that I consider to be the silliest thought I have ever cooked up. I said once to myself that I would purposely take my life and end it at the age of thirty two years old. It was something that I kept to myself for the longest time since I knew if I shared this thought I would raise some flags and be thought of crazy or unstable. This has continued for three years now and the plan has become more and more intricate. I shared it with some friends and the truth is they find it very amusing although however they have given me their thoughts and how they would foil my plans by chasing me down. The actual plan is irrelevant since I know I'm capable of doing whatever it is at any moment without consideration or questioning. At this point you might ask yourself why I haven't done it and the answer is simple. Love.
I love and as long as that still exist in me I will have a reason to remain here. I love my friends. Some more than others because they are brothers. They have shed tears, sweat and blood to give me the freedom to think like this. I am part of the biggest and best brotherhood that will ever exist on this planet. Many of my brothers have not come back, they remain in the fight. They did not fall, they laid down their lives. They sacrificed more than the rest of us. I love my brothers. I would take their place if I could. I have no family but them. They have made me family.
