"Suicidal people are just angels wanting to go home."
I saw this on my Facebook newsfeed a few weeks back and it never left my mind since.
How can somebody in his sound mind get to patronize people who think of suicide?
Disclaimer: This is not a political rant. This is not to undermine those who may have gone through thoughts of ending their lives.
I got two words on that moment: Pathetic. Help.
I have always been a lover of life. I may not look it but hey, I love life. Its uncertainty excites me. Its monotony is my blanket of security.
Well, life in general is not what this post is about.
Pathetic.
For lack of a better word and for the obvious disadvantage of my vocabulary, the first word that came through me after that post was - PATHETIC. Obviously. Personally, I'd rather kill someone than end my life. Only a few may concur with my vicious "principle" or in a way it may have contradicted my previous statement of how I love life. Let's not dwell on that now.
Suicide is a serious matter. Serious may even be an understatement.
What kind of life could that person have been living and what kind of people may have surrounded him to entertain such thoughts, or at the least, consciously post about it.
After a few discussions with my brain (crazy Wowo), I thought, it was a cry for help. HELP!
It was an indirect message to the world that "Hey, I need help!"
How can I not notice?
Should I help?
I am pro-choice and I am a bit over on the idealistic side than realist. So I brushed the thought of helping that person on the side, believing that that person will somehow figure things out on his own soon. I mean, always presume good over bad.
I have this weird thing in me that I feel that I am hardwired to help. So tightly hardwired that whenever I feel that I could help but had not done so, makes me feel guilty.
Then out of nowhere, I got an explanation of the post.
Now, I have another two words: Angels. Home.
Angel as you may be, this is your home for now. I don't know which home you want to go back to but I hope you can see this world now Okay.
It may seem like it's a little more complicated than what you believe you can only handle but I have faith in you.
Somewhere in that dark cloud above your head is me and some other people blowing off that dark cloud so you'll see the sun again.
Yes, this world gets a little more complicated than yesterday and I think worse will come to worst as days go by.
That night of a few small talks, I, for sure, know for a fact that I have not done anything close to helping you.
Be reminded of the smile you can show the world and how it may have brighten up someone else's day. I know it may seem difficult to understand now but trust me, it's one of those baby steps you may take.
Be reminded of the air you breathe and how the wind kisses you when you drive your car past the busy streets of the city.
You are not alone in your battles angel.
Suit up and let's fight this war.
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I saw this on my Facebook newsfeed a few weeks back and it never left my mind since.
How can somebody in his sound mind get to patronize people who think of suicide?
Disclaimer: This is not a political rant. This is not to undermine those who may have gone through thoughts of ending their lives.
I got two words on that moment: Pathetic. Help.
I have always been a lover of life. I may not look it but hey, I love life. Its uncertainty excites me. Its monotony is my blanket of security.
Well, life in general is not what this post is about.
Pathetic.
For lack of a better word and for the obvious disadvantage of my vocabulary, the first word that came through me after that post was - PATHETIC. Obviously. Personally, I'd rather kill someone than end my life. Only a few may concur with my vicious "principle" or in a way it may have contradicted my previous statement of how I love life. Let's not dwell on that now.
Suicide is a serious matter. Serious may even be an understatement.
What kind of life could that person have been living and what kind of people may have surrounded him to entertain such thoughts, or at the least, consciously post about it.
After a few discussions with my brain (crazy Wowo), I thought, it was a cry for help. HELP!
It was an indirect message to the world that "Hey, I need help!"
How can I not notice?
Should I help?
I am pro-choice and I am a bit over on the idealistic side than realist. So I brushed the thought of helping that person on the side, believing that that person will somehow figure things out on his own soon. I mean, always presume good over bad.
I have this weird thing in me that I feel that I am hardwired to help. So tightly hardwired that whenever I feel that I could help but had not done so, makes me feel guilty.
Then out of nowhere, I got an explanation of the post.
Now, I have another two words: Angels. Home.
Angel as you may be, this is your home for now. I don't know which home you want to go back to but I hope you can see this world now Okay.
It may seem like it's a little more complicated than what you believe you can only handle but I have faith in you.
Somewhere in that dark cloud above your head is me and some other people blowing off that dark cloud so you'll see the sun again.
Yes, this world gets a little more complicated than yesterday and I think worse will come to worst as days go by.
That night of a few small talks, I, for sure, know for a fact that I have not done anything close to helping you.
Be reminded of the smile you can show the world and how it may have brighten up someone else's day. I know it may seem difficult to understand now but trust me, it's one of those baby steps you may take.
Be reminded of the air you breathe and how the wind kisses you when you drive your car past the busy streets of the city.
You are not alone in your battles angel.
Suit up and let's fight this war.
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