There is always something in my mind that keeps me wondering.
If there is anything we want to do other than resisting.
The moment we were born. We have opened our eyes. We unzipped our lips. We cried. We resisted from being silent.
In our childhood, most of the happiest memories were made. We did the things that seemed to be against our parents will. We resisted from them.
Our teens came in, and we were still coming out. Out of the square lines that prevented us from going further. We started to resist fate.
Middle-aged are we. And we worked so hard to avoid future struggles, financial constraints and sadness. We resisted from the things ahead of us.
We were getting old and the leaves from the tree were just falling. We were getting weak. It was not the same as before. And yet, we resisted from sleeping.
Finally, we were three-legged. We could not barely move. We were needing assistance from time to time. And for the last days of our lives, we still kept on resisting.
We were resisting the end. We resisted death.
What will our souls do?
Resist.
Forever.
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