I’ve always been against it, never supported or condoned it. I might even classify it as a fundamental character flaw. I think it’s a very selfish act, but to a certain degree I can understand how (but not why) one would let them selves get to the point of committing it. Of course there are certain extenuating circumstances where it might be completely understandable but in general I feel it’s the easy way out.

Yeah, I’ve thought about it… more than once. I don’t think I’d ever do it though. I think I’m too curious; I like to know what’s going to happen tomorrow. Besides I’m hardheaded and stubborn I don’t give up too easily. The truth is I’m probably afraid, yeah, scared. I’m not a very fearful person so I guess my fear is derived from the unknown. Not knowing what will happen next.

I’m talking about suicide.

Some have said I’ve cheated death, more than once. I almost agree, I’ve sensed the reaper to be very nearby a couple times in my life. So if I have somehow been lucky enough to dodge the bullet then why in the world would I decide to take my own life. One of my elemental life philosophies is that things can always get better. Sure they can get worse too but they can and will eventually get better as long as you don’t give up. You never know!

At the beginning of last week I had a few personal and some not so personal issues come plummeting down on me. For the first time in my life I actually thought, only for a second, that I might actually be capable of giving up. But then I remembered how I felt about giving up. I remembered that I have family and friends who worry, care and support me. I remembered that if I simply gave up I’d never find out what I’m truly capable of. I’d never truly know if that great job, that one girl, maybe a couple kids and a happy ending were right around the next bend in the road. What if I gave up a turn too soon… I’d never know.