This is all so ridiculous. I have registered. I append my suicide post. I make a bid for death. And lo, some do-gooder with a human instinct for life saving pops up to talk me out of it. And if anyone thinks that you are serious, then an authority MAY, PERHAPS trace my email address and have me sectioned. Dear God it makes me want to spit fire. Let me alone, and I will not cause you, any of you an iota of trouble. Why I am posting here? Because I want to tell you all how sick of the Human Race I am. My Dog, bless his heart, has more nobility than a thousand Nobel Prize winners. Over ambitious glory seekers, one and all.
I was recently asked to write a short story about ambition. It made me feel sick. Ambition is exactly what part of the problem is with the dire state of a world WITHOUT morals. To borrow from Jerry Maguire, “we live in a cynical world.” That, and much, much more. The suicide rate will rise. It will rise because there is no time. For anything. If you study English Romantic poetry, you will find that William Wordsworth will tell the reader how nature envelopes, and also feeds imagination, providing you with the experience of the sublime, and purity, and so you may find spiritual fulfillment, even enlightenment if you are open to the experience. On the other hand, it worked for them then, thirty years before the industrial revolution, and the urbanisation, categorisation, and subjugation of a mass workforce, just hoping to feed their hungry tummies.
Actually I have had enough. I will drive my car into my garage, put a rag into the exhaust, and start the engine. And make sure there will be no one around for at least ten hours.
Best of luck with the struggle dear reader.