Honor

Honor, the idea of one who dies in battle.

I contradict my posts by saying, I do care about myself in a certain way. I wish to die with honor. I will accept my death, but only if it is protecting those who are important to me.

But then, in another point I guess I have already died. I am a corpse who has accepted his fate, and will continue to stay on this planet to bring happiness to whoever he can. I will not dishonor myself by commiting suicide, it is a weaklings way out of life, and I will conqure any thoughts otherwise. I will consider all of those who persuade me otherwise are fools. On further study of Nihilism, I have realized that I do not follow this idea perfectly. I am nothing, however the universe is not. The universe probably has a purpose, but I don't need to know what.

I have created my purpose in life, my purpose to protect. To protect under situations is to die. Death will honor will serve my purpose. Death, the icy-cold fingers whom have claimed lives of the famous and the poor, however the icy-cold fingers will never touch me. I will die, but I will not be dragged by the hand of death. I don't fight the man, I fight the law. Death will take me, but not by force.