death is Life and life is Death

Once, I felt so strong; strong enough to help others...but when the helpless, as I am one, despised offered help, in despising admitting of weakness...I, myself became weary and weak...again, as I once was, but now even more so. I feel so weak. For, now I can see the vanity of it all. To what avail is all the fight; all the strife, the struggle, the strain...the pain...of Life. For one without Life, will not receive Life, for it will not be recognized...the one without life is convinced thoroughly that they have life. And the one who has found Life, cannot have it fully unless he gives of it to others; and the others detest the offering of such foolishness. Lo, the paradox is...we all must die to live....but to die, we must truly let go of all...and at that point...let us not forget....to let go of the one, which has let go of all things. I do not say it is easy...for I am still a"live".