Holding on to Life

When I was younger, I wondered why people would even want to commit suicide. I said to friends that it's a stupid act, that they did not care or think about their family. I mean, there's so much more in life! Why would anyone want to die when death is such a scary thing to even think about?!

The thing about a phase of life, or a story, is that when it is beautiful, we hope for it to last longer. But what if it is a nightmare? One that you do not know if it will ever end. If you are in darkness and see no light at all, where do you find hope? Of course we will be lost and in fear, and hope that the nightmare will end quickly.

Growing up I understood how one can get depression so easily, it is more than a word stupidity could explain. It is when we have lost the strength to actually hold on to life, the one that we feel is meaningless. When there is no point in holding on anymore, death is no longer scary. It is letting go, letting go of what is meaningless. Being free from pain.