Dear Diary,
Where do you find strength when you lost the source of it? Complex question of faith isn't it? Does it come from the almighty, Buddha, any form of god that walks this earth? Many people have many different ways of locating the source of their strength. However, what that truly convinced me would from the accounts of soldiers who had gone through grotesque combats, inhuman living conditions whereby only something special can lead them on through the ordeal. Through my various readings of such wartime accounts, I had find that more often than not, soldiers depended on their closed ones to give them strength to survive through whatever ordeals they were experiencing. It is their comradeship in war, the thought that they would not disappoint the person fighting alongside him, their memory of their loved ones who might not be with them at the moment but forever living in their hearts, the thought that they must stay alive in order to not disappoint their loved ones gives them strength. So what happens when their source of strenth falls? What happens when their source of strength disappears into the deep abyss?
Perhaps it really is time I should really consider volunteering...