There are just times that I just want to die. With all the humdrum of everyday life that we continuously and undoubtfully try to endure and pray to God almighty to just stop from happening, we still need to tolerate every little bit of suffering and pain that comes with waking up to another day. It’s not even worth waking up to. There are simply days that conspire to ruin you or will surely piss you off so much that all you can do is raise your voice to the sky, waste every inch of your breath and bawl “P-U-T-A-N-G-I-N-A!!!” And yet after that, you end up with the same shit that you stepped on awhile back, same problems that haunted you since yesterday, a hangover after drinking so much to forget the problems you thought about yesterday and now sore vocal cords.

Now if that type of morning that you will open your eyes to every morning that hysterically stir you out of the comfort and security under the blankets, why bother getting out of bed. I would rather enjoy a boring, non-productive life than be inconvenienced with the worldwide conspiracy to ruin another day of living. From the moment you slowly try to pry your lids open after being cemented to the floor the whole night, things will happen not because someone planned to have you slip on the wet bathroom floor and hit your head on the recent non-hygienically used toilet seat, but because even before you can habitually do your morning rituals, problems appear like they were oozing out of the woodwork. Its like being the pint-sized, sorry attempt to be hilarious Dagul and your trying to fight the metal-clad, 10 feet tall, bearer of ‘Precious’ Sauron. No contest, the only way for that dwarf to win is to let Sauron eat him whole and pray that he would choke to death. It’s inevitable, at one point we will simply lose.

Death sometimes becomes a welcome escape to the tribulations that simply continue to add up each and every passing day. As simple as it is to just end your life, which by the way doesn’t sit well with most people, trying to be optimistic about a life that leaves you with more problems, dilemmas and conundrums is, in a word, difficult. In death, you don’t need to wake up to days that are basically full of shit. The only problem there is if you are not included in Santa’s list of good boys and girls and if so get ready to work up a permanent tan. Death puts the finality in any problem with a big exclamation point.