Cancer.

Have you ever thought that the problems in your life, are your own problems?
That they're so much your own, you even created them.
That perhaps the cancer in your life, is not,
Your job,
Your lack of money,
Your friends,
Your car,
Your house,
Your partner,
But perhaps,
It's you?

Are you your own worst enemy? What if you are the ultimate self-saboteur?
The only thing standing in your way on the path to success and happiness is your very own self?
Consider.

Things get shitty. If you think your friends are an issue in your life, so you destroy all bridges. Cut down all forms of friendship with the people you know only now as 'the past'. Find yourself some new friends and everything seems pretty great.

Things get shitty again. Your job, you hate that shit. Quit it? Righto. You give your boss the old, see ya later mate and you get yourself a new job. Everything again seems pretty great.

Things get shitty again. That's right, again. What's left? Your partner. The only remaining issue can surely only be them. You ditch your partner and go out and find yourself an 8 instead of a 7 this time. Surely that must've been the issue all along.

An upgraded partner, a brand new job, a sick new bunch of mates, life is bliss.

Then, what if it's not? How many different keys will you try in the door before realizing that maybe it's not the keys that are the issue, perhaps it's the lock.


Perhaps you need to be cautious of yourself every day. Perhaps every day you need to be aware of your actions and the person you are and are becoming. The constant consideration of your current  self for the undoubted betterment of your future self. Understanding of course that everyone else too must be facing the same battle and granting them fair slack for their mistakes on their same constant journey to be an improved person.

Change in life is good. Self-inflicted change is fantastic. Super fantastic. So if you're a person that's down with that well, shit man, you're a pretty cool dude. The issue people seem to struggle with is having change in their life that they don't have control over. The changes that occur with no warning or signs. One moment something is this, the next it's that. I think that's why people find death so hard. It's an inevitable factor of life. If you're born, you'll die. The hard part about that is that is you don't choose when your number's up, it just is. People always say they wouldn't find the passing of others so hard if they could just have known and been able to just say goodbye. But anyway, uncontrollable change! People freak out, they shut down, go into absolute mental fits when something doesn't go their way.

Why is that? When our surroundings change and life throws us a challenge or something different, why is it that we find it so hard to adapt to that? We should be able to cop something different and thrive from it. Isn't that living? Isn't that fantastic? Isn't that beautiful?
Life is a battlefield and we're all caught in the crossfire. Wouldn't it be incredible to run?
Just run.
Straight into that field.
Fuck the bullets.
Just run.
Live.
If your life is nothing but a battlefield, let's see how far you can make it.
Despite all the shit. Despite bullets pelting you, knocking you down. How many times are you going to get back up and keep running? I'll tell you how many. Infinite times. You'll kick yourself every time you do it and say 'why'. But you know why and that's what drives you to get back up each time. Get back up, pain throbbing, head pounding, heart aching, body burning, but you'll get back up regardless. You're a lot stronger than you think. Because you know, if you stay still and you don't get back up, well, you're already dead. If you're not trying to live, then the simple fact is you're not really living.



Being alive takes effort. Really living is a whole other story.
But isn't that what we're here for?
To live, not just survive.
Maybe there isn't a light at the end of the tunnel. Maybe this is it. You're in the light. For now, let's pretend it is because there sure as hell ain't no motivator to live as good as the fear of death.