“so, how are you doing today?”
“err… it hurts.”
“and what does?”
“it’s everything, and nothing at all.”
“okay, that’s a start. Did…”
“the start of what?”
“did you do what I asked you to?”
“it’s so hard to be grateful when it hurts, when the pain is such a constant reminder that you didn’t ask for any of this.”
“so you didn’t do it. Okay, that’s fine. Did you at least try?”
“would that mean then that the start of whatever you meant is now over? Has the end begun?”
“so you did not try. Do you want to get better?”
“does the dying man want to live?”
“if he makes an effort to live, yes. If he wallows in his dying, no.”
“…and what cost would that effort incur?”
“isn’t life worth any cost to keep it?”
“no, I didn’t try. I was afraid.”
“and how many things will your fear stop you from doing?”
“at least, it won’t hurt. You can’t miss, or regret, what you have no knowledge of.”
“do you want to get better?”
“I don’t know. I am afraid.”
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