Mazes and Stuff

I have faced instances where I did not know what to do, which path to choose or how to make that choice. I suppose we have all been there, stuck in between at some point but have you ever just reached that moment when you just did not care? At all. Not even a bit. As if you reached a point where you wanted to throw everything aside and just give up. As if you were stuck inside a maze and just lost the will to search for an exit, not because you were tired of meeting dead end after dead end but because you failed to be even slightly interested in what stood waiting for you at the end. As if getting out did not matter to you anymore. You. Just. Did. Not. Care. Anymore.

Have you ever faced that moment where you knew you SHOULD be thankful for all that you have, for every breath you take but you can't.

You don't want to.

You don't care.

You don't want this life.

You would give it away in a moment. If there was a chance to trade away your breaths to someone who would value them more than you, then you would. You would do it in a heart beat. That moment when you knew you should be thankful but you just weren't. That moment when you realized it didn't matter how many mazes you figured your way out of because at the end of every maze there would be another mazes' beginning waiting for you.

That moment when every part of you wanted to know "What is the point of all of this?"

That moment when you just. Did. Not. Have. An. Answer.