I am 37 and have some commitments, but no kids or mortgage (mainly career) but I try to balance that with as much travel as possible. If the world wants my soul, it will have to claw it out of me. I will not stand down, behave, stay still, or go away. Even if that joy is watching a fucking puppy sleep, I look for it.

I love my family, my friends, and I love when life is interrupted by moments of joy, even if that joy is one I seek. I stay in this world and fight the dragon because I love. It's never easy to stay in a shitty world, driven by maniacs that control armies of morons, all of whom want to crush me into an inconsequential existence that serves their own avarice. I think about what happens if they meet no resistance, how shittier the world might become, and how much shittier the world is because other warriors stopped fighting, and quit, and died - and gave nothing to make this shitpile a better place. I also think of enemies I have yet to foil, and battles that need to be fought. I think about the good things I've done for people, help I've given that might never have been, had the dragon been victorious in past caverns of melancholy.

I think about the experiences and joys I might not get to experience if I submit to the dragon. I consider the pain it would cause those I love. I think from time to time about ending it. Life is utter shit, and will never cease to be so.

I saw the documentary, The Bridge and was deeply moved.

Tell me why i shouldn't end it