Thus, I made a giant life decision. Here goes:
I might join the army.
Yes, it is a rash decision that will weight heavily on my life (literally and metaphorically), but I though about it throughly and I'm confident about my choice.
Though about it for 3 weeks straight. Many things influenced me to join, but the main one was the soldiers there. They have families that love them, they are husbands/wives/fathers/mothers etc. Their lives are more valued than my life is. My family isn't that concerned about me and I don't have that many friends. I want to bring them back safe. I want to look to my left - see a soldier there- and I want to look to my right and again, ee a soldier there. After the war I want them by my side. Alive. Safe. I want to bring them back to their families...
I'm not afraid of dying. Truth is, we will all have to die at some point so why try to outrun death? I'd rather die doing something for my teammates than die in an accident or because I started smoking and got cancer or something. I value my own life too much to die doing nothing. If I go to the army, I'll have the chance to fulfill myself and, maybe not everyone, but I'll be able to save some.
I don't even know why I'm writing this lol. No-one is going to read this and no-one is going to be interested. I guess I just felt like getting it off my chest.
I hope I don't sound depressed/emo whatever. I'm a realist, that's all!
If you read this, thank you












