Carry on

I had, prior to my painful enlightenment, a sense of worth for living due to my promise to keep living as long as my parents accepted the same promise, but it hadn't really seeped into my soul yet. The moment my life truly transformed from mere existence to actually being worth something was a shattering moment; the kind nobody wishes to mingle with. I had hope that my little brother of 8 would work through his medical issues but he ended up dying on a Wednesday night at 6:32 from heart failure. I knew then, reinforced more than ever, that I would live to honor his memory and do all the things for him that he never got to accomplish, while simultaneously achieving my own goals. That was the day my life became worth living, so now I live for us both.