Dying is overrated. Human sentimentality has twisted it into the ultimate act of love. Biggest load of bullshit in the world. Dying for someone isn't the hard thing. The man that dies escapes. Plain and simple. Game over. End of pain...Try living for someone. Through it all-good, bad, thick, thin, joy, suffering. That's the hard thing.
Who escapes duty, avoids a gain.
No one escapes from life alive.
No one is without troubles, without personal hardships and genuine challenges. Â That fact may not be obvious because most people don't advertise their woes and heartaches. Â But nobody, not even the purest heart, escapes life without suffering battle scars.