(The fight and struggle to survive is a goal that each and everyone of us take on each second, minute and hour of the day, the fight goes on!)

It's nothing magical or supernatural to want to survive for as long as humanly possible, breathing, moving, thinking, enjoying or not, fighting the battle to simply exist, just be here, to smile or frown, enjoy or hate, living and defying fate, it's never to late as long as we are still breathing, praying or not praying, faith or no faith, simply existing to survive another day, to enjoy another play, staying on course, listening to our inner voice, be strong, take care of yourself, don't end up on the shelf, others, life and maybe the devil or God might be planning my destruction, but I am not, for I want to live as long as humanly possible, so what if destruction is inevitable, wondering, thinking about beating the odds makes my existence excitable, who cares if there is such thing as death, for in my mind defeating the worrying is worth all wealth, sure it may come after me sooner or later, however I will not be here to be found, for I plan to miss my own burying in the ground, so in my mind I will exist forever, who cares about the reality of the endeavor, for I am more concerned about the immediate thought of mind, for eternity I will find, just as this poem has no real ending neither does my existence, makes no difference what is real or what will be I will live forever and this is my choosen consequence