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I can’t decide if I want to live a fulfilling life and follow my dreams and passions or if I just want to walk in front of a train.
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I don’t know Camus. I feel like it takes a lot of strength to fight your innate nature to survive. When I hear of animals that commit suicide it makes me absolutely terrified that even animals would resort to death as an option over living in perpetual suffering… that there really is such thing as too much struggle. And that we are more willing to kill ourselves before it kills us. I don’t see that as an easy way out. I see that as the final act of self-preservation. We shame quitting or giving up as cowardly, as weak, as inadequate… and maybe that’s understandable when you’re trying something out for the first time. Maybe that’s understandable when you haven’t been keeping at it long enough. But maybe sometimes you’ve been trying for just way too long. Maybe sometimes not giving up is the cowardly, weak, inadequate thing to do. Maybe giving up is actually harder, especially when you’ve accumulated so much that is required of you to let go of. People who have so much under their belt, yet use it to hang themselves from the ceiling… I don’t know. I feel like there’s more courage in a room with a person with a reason to die than in a room full of people who don’t know why they’re still alive.
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My dear,
I don’t know what to do today, help me decide.
Should I cut myself open and pour my heart on these pages? Or should I sit here and do nothing, nobody’s asking anything of me afterall.
Should I jump off the cliff that has my heart beating so and develop my wings on the way down? Or should I step back from the edge, and let the others deal with this thing called courage.
Should I stare back at the existential abyss that haunts me so and try desperately to grab from it a sense of self? Or should I keep walking half-asleep, only half-looking at it every now and then in times in which I can’t help doing anything but?
Should I kill myself or have a cup of coffee?
Falsely yours,
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Activists in Japan have an answer to the It Gets Better Project - their own campaign to combat LGBT youth suicide.
The project’s co-founder, Fumino Sugiyama, says efforts will launch Sept. 10, World Suicide Prevention Day, to tell LGBT youth that it’s okay to be who they are even in the face of bullying and other challenges. Some background from the Wall Street Journal, of all places:
The campaign comes amid growing attention to gay culture — and the surrounding pressures — in Japan. Last week, the Japanese government mentioned for the first time in its annual national policy to prevent suicide the need to offer special support for the gay community. In response to the government’s move, Taiga Ishikawa, a member of Tokyo’s Toshima ward assembly, set up an online LGBT community.
Change is coming - everywhere!
Some days I think about killing myself and some days I’m glad to be alive. Today is one of those days. There is just too much meaning in life that suicide will never fulfill.
so why push myself?
Had a good conversation with 1van yesterday about how we feel about the world and our role in it and thinking differently and living by example. It ended really well with the only question I did not have much of an answer for. Thinking differently is great, it’s wonderful, but all great thinkers such as Einstein, they end up really alone. How do you deal with that?
I mean, I’m pretty sure that’s how people end up killing themselves, or at least go mad.
