Suicide is the routine. The balancing act. No one left behind hurts and mourns. The worlds move on.
Death is not news anymore. Life goes on. The value of existence is relative. Meaning of life is what one assigns it.
Winners live and breed. Losers bow out with dignity. All fair game. Humanity doesn’t need so many of its kind; only a few harbingers of the voyage into the future. Let their tribe increase. All the rest are dispensable.
They who know their role in the cosmic play (or lack thereof) are free to slip behind the curtains of being. The audience and the critics of society pay no heed.
Everyone understands. Its the grand show that must goes on. All else is mere happenstance.
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So what does this article do? It describes reality or is it fictional?
Fiction, sadly. Just wishful thinking.
I thought it describes reality
But in reality, losers don’t get to end it with dignity. Suicide is considered a cherry on top of life’s cake of failures.
Well if you think you are a loser then you can’t have dignity right?
I guess you’re right. I can’t claim dignity either.
Then I just wish for apathy from my immediate society over my death. That’d free me from guilt that holds me back from killing myself. That’d be utopia to me.
If You had a heavenly life would you still wanna die? What makes you wanna die?
I don’t know, man. I can’t comprehend heavenly. But yeah, if I had a fairly functional life, I wouldn’t choose to die. If I knew that I contribute something of value to the world, I’d choose to continue doing that till I turn 100. But I’m dysfunctional, incompetent, dependent and hopelessly depressed, so I guess enough reasons to wanna die.
I can’t wait until the final act. It’s going to be fun.
I always hoped it would be fun. It should be a lot more simple though. I’ve had a lot of road blocks. Too bad I don’t think I’ll ever have any sort of fun again though. If only I’d have ended it when I still had the ability to have fun….