On Death And Life
Why does one end their life? I've always wondered that. As I sit here thinking about writing this, I think back on the emotions that have once welled up within me once before. When there was nothing in my mind worth living for, everything seemed bleak, nothing to look forward to in the coming days, the only thing I was sure of was my future and what I could to with it. But when dreams like that suddenly disappear and have your only dream snatched away from you, you may sometimes fall into the bottomless pit of despair. But I think this wasn't the case, I think this was an isolated incident where it was unique. Heck, all cases are unique in one way or another. But the past week made me think the life of one person can affect so many. As I sat impassively throughout my classes and thinking back, seeing the sad or grim faces around me I wonder. How comes I only feel sadness for the loss of life and not the for person I've seen. Perhaps I didn't know him, what was interesting to me was that it wasn't just sadness. There was blame, pity, anger and the one thing that comes out is the why. I believe that everyone has a why that comes to mind, and has their own personal reason or thought. Some blame other, some blame themselves, some blame things that happen in their life. Sometimes the truth may only lead to deeper sorrow or happiness and sometimes the truth doesn't lead anywhere, but sometimes, the truth doesn't matter anymore and that we stand back up on our feet and keep moving forward.