When I was younger I used to think about life and death.

I used to wonder why I was even alive.

Was life even worth the struggle?

I wasn't suicidal. I just didn't see purpose in life.

And one day I realized, I wasn't afraid of death.

Death is just passing on, out of the pain of this world, into a perfect place, where there is no pain, no suffering.

But then I started making friends who were beyond amazing.

They showed me a kind of love I had never felt before.

I once said to one of them, ". . . thank you. For everything. Because you helped me realize that life is so... worth it. Because I have friends who are gonna supports me, not matter what."

I began to see a purpose in life.

I began to see why it's worth the struggle.

I'm still not afraid of death, and I doubt I ever will be.

But now I have a reason to be alive.

Now there is something that keeps me here.