One day, I’d felt that everything
falls down little by little. I’d lost my job, lots of family problems and
arguments and break-up with my boyfriend I’ve been for over 7 years.
I don’t know where to go with cause
even if I run, I can’t escape reality. So I think, ending a life is the only
key to escape this agony. A suicide.
I went to Passover above rushing
trucks, and racing cars.
I prepared myself for a while and
thinks about the tragic stories happened to me, and it makes me cry a lot.
I was about to jump on it but then,
I’ve been attracted by a man with no hands sitting beside me which has a can on
front and a small amounts of coins in it.
He looks like he’s not satisfied on
his position. He’s moving his butt on floor, like there’s someone is tickling
him. So I tried to ask “What’s the matter?” He looked at me and says, “My butt
is so itchy and I can’t scratch it.” I smiled secretly until I laughed as if
he’s mature thinking than me who graduated.
That day I didn’t jump out of it.
Because that day made me realized something. That man doesn’t have hands which
was worst, no girlfriend, lots of family problems (for sure), a jobless man
contented on sitting on a bridge with a small amount of income, and it’s only a
miracle if he approved on a huge company with high income. But he still chooses
to live.
While me? I can still have a new
better job and can eat without sitting under the hot sunlight of sun, I can
still find more deserving guy, I can still fix my family problems but refuses
to live. That was the biggest mistake I made. I somehow conclude that people
who chooses to end their lives is the people who do not trust themselves and
more worst than people who offer themselves to survive a day.
Author: Unknown
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