Simplicity

I'm going to apologize in advance for the less-than-optimistic nature of this post, but it goes well with what I wrote yesterday and I'm too tired to figure out anything worthwhile to write about today.  So yes, in short this will be more musings on death and life, although perhaps in a more relevant or down-to-earth context than yesterday's writing. 

So when it comes down to it, the primary reason I am still alive is that remaining alive takes less effort than death.  If dying was as simple as lying down and falling asleep--forever--I would have probably done it a while ago.  Life doesn't mean enough to me to care very much.  Or maybe that's just the sort of person I am or the specific mood I am in right now.  Regardless...

"Living is better than dying.  Until it's not."  Grey's Anatomy.  Great show, but that's beside the point.  The point is, living is easy.  It requires only maintenance of what you had been doing to that point.  It does not require change, it does not ask for undue action.  It is simply maintenance of pre-existant habits.  When something significant enough to cause change happens, that's when death becomes better, when the effort it takes to bring about death is worth it.

Life doesn't mean much to me.  There's no reason for me to deny it.  I've got my reasons to still be here, certainly, but death doesn't scare me.  That stopped being the case a long time ago.  And I'm okay with that.