What do you think it takes to live? Is it strength? Power? Magic? Unparalleled intelligence? Or are they all mere accessories to the fact that life is irrelevant?

Do you have what it takes to bear the burden of life?

Does life even matter?

I don't know, and to be frank, I am somehow alive; I was even able to function in society at one point. It frightens me to think no one else knows our purpose: not our parents, friends, or mentors. And I can't bring myself to surrender to any religion.

But I do have a direction. A goal, one might say. 

My wish is to one day shout on top of the highest mountains, "Life doesn't frighten me!"

But that won't happen. Because I died a long time ago.

...

You're still here?

That?

Oh it was all in the script.

You didn't think I'd actually say that cringey stuff, did you?

~Daniel