Suicide

In religion, suicide is punished as the worst sin that can be done by human beings. Way up there with murder and the disbelief in God's attributes. 

It is commonly portrayed that those who commit suicide are cowardly, as if they are deserting their luckless lives for a shortcut to what comes next. 

As if by an act of slitting one's throat, or cutting up one's wrist, he is fleeing from the truth of life and fate. 

But what some people refuse to comprehend are the reasons behind the act. These people are human beings. They have emotions and feelings, thoughts and intentions. All the items that drive them towards the unimaginable. Death. 

Isn't it a daring person that can simply end it all, with the realization that things would be better without him? Take Aaron Schwartz. His life can be an example of a recent life that was terminated by an act of his own hand. 

Bravery, or cowardice? 

It is a fervent wish, and prayer, that as one goes through the depressing episodes of life, one obtains assistance in company and friendship. In understanding and of various sprays from the fountains hope. 

:)

I miss you. 

What would we truly see at the other end?

Unspoken Words

So many words left unspoken.

With a fear of uncertainty, or misunderstanding. Of hidden meanings, and of quiet sarcasm. Of despair, of hurt.

Of the pain of being left behind for acts you cannot control. Those of a past left behind, a present instantly regretted or a future untold. 

When words fail you, and your lips fail to elude the meaning behind your desires, what are you to do?

Do you let it break, this life you've built so beautifully and crafted into the image of your dreams? Do you cremate all hopes and lies together in a last dash for a chance to recoup everything you are standing to lose?

Between the fire and lush gardens, I would choose the rivers and the greenery. But what if the road to the latter is filled with unkempt flames, unfit for rash decisions and ill-thought of actions?

Unfit, for me.

Do you sail towards the unending nightmare, with your soul relegated to suffering for eternity?

Will this ever end?

Anonymity

anonymous |əˈnänəməs| adjective - unnamed, of unknown name, nameless, incognito, unidentified, unknown, secret.

The world cherishes its ability to follow the trends of its inhabitants, constantly receiving updates on every life unfolding. Extending the capabilities of human beings to mistrust, to hate, or to spread hate.

Yet also creating a sanctuary - where truth is spread, whispers of torments reaching the ears of the farthest of protectors, where every Man may return at the end of a day spent hidden behind masks of smiles and joy, of anger and tears, of lies with truths forever more untold. And to be himself.

Without this ability, the web weaved of our lives and recollections would lose its character. 

For it is not simply a new branch life, it is also a shield of the older days when more is more, and less is less. 

Just Words

To relish in a world of freedom, where the only eyes that see are those of God and those with all seeing attributes.

It has been awhile - cloaked in a sense of desolation, kept away from a place once called home. Away from comfort, blooming in the thrills of the real life. Using other avenues to feed this frenzy - yet none is complete, none properly replacing the world of long winded words and supreme epics.

This shall be my mirror - a painting of life as I see it, not in the form of diaries or journals of what is to be remembered of me. But as true as any mirror, a mere reflection that fits the shapes of the glass.

A different me.