but i do empathise.
there's really nothing
we know thats quite
as final as death.
people feeling invisible
know this.
they reaffrim their
existence by ceasing it.
it's like this sadistic
test to measure how much
they are
loved or worthed.
and more sadly,
it works.
sometimes there's so much
that has already been done,
so much already said,
that
there are just no words left,
nothing more to do.
people will be challenging,
and there doesnt
seem to be anything,
other than death,
that could make them just
stop and give us a moment.
dead people are always
glorified as great people.
they are great sons, promising doctors,
outstanding kids at school,
loving dads, talented musicians etc.
in contrast
people would be way more uncharitable
about giving out compliments to
people who arent dead.
and even if They
always sigh and warn me knowingly that:
"You'd never know, you could
be dead tomorrow",
i think the more troublesome
part of the argument
is the EVEN greater possibility
that you could be well and alive,
too,
tomorrow.
which then carries forward
all
obligations and responsibilities
of today on to tomorrow.
being dead would mean
that everything on the
To Do List
is automatically striked off,
being alive would mean that
everything on the
To Do List
would have to be
handled, executed, and whatever the heck.
in all
people who end their own
lives are just
people wishing very hard
to be loved the right way.
and even a druggie of an
amy winehouse tells us that
love is a losing game.
10:10 PM