What do you think, is the worst part of living? Disability? Cancer? A broken heart? Loss of a love one?

To me, the worst possible thing in life, is none of the above. Sure, the end is crushing, The knowledge that something is definite and can never be changed is devastating. But with each end, comes a beginning, a hope, a means of coping.

No.
The worst part of living,
is waiting for that end.

The sheer weight with waiting. The growing void of nothingness. The anticipation of the worst possible outcome. The replaying of options that could have made a difference. The torturous self-doubting. The uncertainty of when it will all end. The inability to control it all. The helplessness to affect it. The incapacity to move on. Paralysed, emotionally and physically. The lonely detachment from the world, that only those like you who were waiting too would understand. The eventual sense of loss in everything - track of time, grip on reality, hold on sanity. Yes, this unbearable agony when a swift death is denied. Indeed, it is life's sickest of torments.

And yet, we are guilty of it.
Possibly everyday.
To the people we love the most.

Yes.
The worst thing you could do to anyone, is to ignore them, deny them an answer, and leave them waiting.

The worst thing is you could give anyone,
is absolutely nothing.