Putting Words to the Wordless
To be, or not to be? That is the questionâ€”
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And, by opposing, end them?
A friend died this weekend. He decided to “shuffle off his mortal coil”. He was so close to his 22nd birthday. Everything is so confusing when you are young. How do you know what battles to fight and when to give in? When I was a teenager I would go to school to Tiffany Shelsburg’s inevitable teasing that I dressed like a “goth.” How would one perceive another as being gothic from just wearing black occasionally, I didn’t know. Yet, at the time.. Tiffany made me seethe with anger. She didn’t understand me.. It wasn’t fair, life wasn’t fair.. my life was over.
It has taken me almost two hours to write one paragraph. This is like putting words to the wordless. I only wish I could say that there has never been a time where someone close to me has taken their life. When I first experienced this level of loss – I rationalized it. I thought suicide was the most selfish and cowardly thing a person could do.
Now, I’m not so sure. How many times have you hit the snooze button on your alarm, utterly dreading the beginning of a day? Or have you asked yourself questions like: ‘Why am I here? What is the point of it all?’ Do life, work or relationships push you to a point where you think: ‘Enough! I just want this all to stop!’
Having given it more thought, I could never say what is wrong or right with another persons desire to live. Life is but a page in an enormous book. In this life, humans are tasked with the ‘pursuit of happiness’. Not everyone chooses their pursuit to go from self-loathing to achieving self-love and creating our own dreams.
Regardless of our choice; we are our own Gods.
To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
Brian Littrell – Rest in Peace