Isn’t suicide the best display of
bravery by man?
When I say man, I mean it, because a
woman barely likes her appearance when she is setting it up for hours, so imagine
when she starts to get the 'perfect suicide look’, the idea of dying is
replaced by the pedicure deal on the nearby spa.
For a million dollars, would you
walk into a room filled with gasoline and a tensed chain smoker? If you're
suicidal, you would be the one with the lighter.
Suicide is an act of bravery; to
know what is about to happen and still go on with it needs some serious balls. It
is one thing to see the light but totally another to run after it. What is the
last thought as the bottle rolls off the palm/the toe leaves the stool/the
blood drips from the mutilated vein? It’s usually said that all the best
moments of life come back to you in a flashback of sorts. So, technically the
best moments of your life lead to shooting yourself in your head.
The idea of suicide is somewhat
selfish and darkly comic, but the reasons behind it can be highly serious and
disturbing. Lost love, a pile of debt, parental/peer pressure, poverty, social
insecurity, drug addiction and in some cases, plastic surgeries gone bad. To
sum it up, when you start to take your shit way too seriously, you die. That’s
the whole point of it. People take everything too damn seriously. We need to
learn how to just simply walk away, to let it be what it is and not provide it
with a natural full stop of our own. It is not actually very smart that after
all the effort, joys, sorrows and pains that have been put into to achieve all
the money, power and luxury that you sheepishly end it with a dusty ceiling fan
and a length of rope. If you are going to kill yourself and you are pretty much
sure about it, be clear about how you will do it at least. Don’t mess a suicide
or how will you live with yourself the rest of your life? That’s the other
thing about suicides. It’s your last act; the least can you do is be creative.
Don’t be a drab and just do what you saw on the TV the other day. Kill yourself
from overeating of blueberry pies or skydiving, making a mold of semi frozen vodka and fitting
inside it as it freezes you to death while you lick it or trying to ride a
shark with a piece of meat hanging by your side.
If you gotta die, you gotta die. But life’s not
half bad, it’s just messed up and weirdly complex; if you are young, you have a
whole another life ahead of you, if your old, you have been through worse and
if you’re a woman...go ahead, I dare you.
