That's the thing about suicide. Try as you might to remember how a person lived his life, you always end up thinking about how he ended it.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
There is a point in the grieving process when you can run away from memories or walk straight toward them.
Suicide doesn't solve your problems. It only makes them infinitely, un-countably worse.
I think about death a lot, like I think we all do. I don't think of suicide as an option, but as fun. It's an interesting idea that you can control how you go. It's this thing that's looming, and you can control it.
When you lose a loved one, you come to these crossroads. You can take the path that leads you down the aisle of sadness, or you can say, 'I'm never going to let this person's memory die. I'm going to make sure everything they worked for continues.'
The great thing about suicide is that it's not one of those things you have to do now or you lose your chance. I mean, you can always do it later.
The idea of suicide is of a very set narrative, as if killing yourself is a definitive statement. But it can be just as meaningless as throwing a stone in a river.
If you are of the opinion that the contemplation of suicide is sufficient evidence of a poetic nature, do not forget that actions speak louder than words.
But if somebody dies, if something happens to you, there is a normal process of depression, it is part of being human, and some people view it as a learning experience etc.
We can consciously end our life almost anytime we choose. This ability is an endowment, like laughing and blushing, given to no other animal... in any given moment, by not exercising the option of suicide, we are choosing to live.
It is always consoling to think of suicide: in that way one gets through many a bad night.