to ride or not to ride

to ride or not to ride that is the question. should i let my body rest and try to live without riding? or should i go on suffering like a dog for hours upon hours for the miniscual chance that i might get a glimpse of a glorious victory that has thus far eluded me. should i ride over the gaurdrails to meet my sweet demise? is this addiction worth nurturing? is it better to live in agony or die in piece? for me the only way of living is to die doing what i am passionate about! to end my cycling would be the end of who i am. so i will ride until i die. my carbon stay will be my requiem