Once I believed in a single most constant truth; it was this truth that bound me in silence to that which it decreed. I didn't question it, though I questioned everything else, and I came to accept that truth as 'absolute.' Nothing could change it, alter it, in any way...it existed as surely as I did, and to deny it would mean the end for me. Yet at the same time, acknowledging that truth became a fear I couldn't begin to describe - it built up inside of me until I was so afraid, so filled with terror, that nothing else existed. Nothing but that one truth.

"We live, to die."

Our singular purpose on this Earth is to die, we are born dying; some of us sooner than others, but time is like a disease that clings to us and eventually claims us. We are uncertain what happens after death and so, pitifully, we cling to things like religion and power. We think by gaining power we'll gain immortality, we'll be untouchable, we can defy death. We are a greedy peoples and we think only of ourselves, and perhaps that is the truth of it all.

Everyone expects something of me, expects me to just take it and be quiet. Accept the truth that I'll die, and it came down to the point where I simply did accept it. Yes, I'll die. And who cares if it's now or later? I thought I could prolong my lifespan, somehow rebel against time, by hiding away...what good has it done me?

We do not live to die, we simply are going to die - what we live to do, what our true purpose is, I do not know. But we cannot simply exist for the sake of dying, we are not a fluke, we are not a creation that went wrong...there is more to it than that. I've never felt so certain.

It isn't as simple as living to find a career, to breed, to make a mark on the world...no, it goes much deeper. I know it in my heart, in the core of my being, I know this.

And I accept that as my one and only truth.