rock bottom

I feel like i've hit rock bottom but since I haven't tasted the dirt, i'm not there yet.
Maybe the only way to taste rock bottom is when you are 6 feet under..
I suppose that's fitting... To live in the bottom only to taste the dirt when you die...

Could this be the reason that keeps us alive?
The desire to not eat dirt because we've suffered by being the underdog in our sordid environment..
The desire to only wanting to breathe and accept what was given to us?

Because life was given to us and it's the only privilege we got.. We could have been dead before we even knew we were in this world by our own mother but somehow we lived.. That had to count for something..

So maybe life is the only gift that us, the slums, receive...
But is it enough?