Some people stay alive because of sheer willpower alone. Despite having no reserves left they keep on going. They draw energy from a place that is beyond scientific explanation. A failing body is somehow maintained by the force of determination. Mind over matter can maintain organ function. Their physicality has become frail but their mentality keeps on pushing them along. They try their best to stay alive, they have too much to live for. They can’t let go.

I can’t leave because there’s too much love in the room keeping me here, and I don’t really want to go, but I have to.

The body has shut down but the mind remains active, and it can feel trapped. No escape from the prison of their own body. They might already have had enough and are ready to go, but they don’t know how to let go. Their mind and body are so used to fighting, it had become their default mode of existence. To continue struggling on and on., not knowing how to stop.

Persistence.

Grit.

Life.

Death.