There were days I looked at the future with courage, believing something good was waiting for me. And there were days I walked through life without desire, carrying myself forward without asking for anything. Sometimes I look within and wonder if hope still lives there, quiet but alive.
But this much I know. I have not given up on life. I am not bitter. I still choose to live. Not because it is easy, but because it is right. I do not know whether this wish to live is desire or something older carried through time. But I know this. There is no hatred in me. No envy. No resentment.
That is why I still stand. Calm. Unbroken. Able to lift my eyes to the night sky and look at the moon and the stars, not as a man who has fallen, but as one who remains.
—Chamod Senevirathne
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