Some time ago, a woman with a gun in her hand demanded of me and my companions that we provide good reasons why life is worth living; otherwise she was going to terminate us.

I thought to myself, ‘This is the very question I’ve struggled with for so long and now I am being forced to provide a definitive answer. Do I make up some fancy reason and thus escape with my life? But if I lie, then my life is not really worth pursuing.’

In the distance, I saw my friends getting finished off – obviously their answers weren’t good enough.

It was now my turn. I entered and faced the interrogator. In a voice devoid of any tone, she commanded me to present my case.

“Life is hard, really hard sometimes,” I replied to her, “and a lot of times I don’t want to go on struggling against the unyielding, overpowering forces. Yet I want to continue living. That is all I can say.  want to live.”

The interrogator gazed at me with an empty look – a look lacking any human expression – deciding on her answer.

Just as she was about to make her pronouncement, I woke up to life.


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BORIS GLIKMAN is a writer, poet and philosopher from Melbourne, Australia. The biggest influences on his writing are dreams, Kafka and Borges. His stories, poems and non-fiction articles have been published in various online and print publications, as well as being featured on national radio and other radio programs.

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  1. Thank you Cindy for sharing my story, much appreciated!

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