I love travelling and have been to 89 countries. And what I see,I write about.Impartially.
Wednesday, 11 May 2016
11/05/2016, Why are some people so in a hurry to die?
Michael,just 29,threw himself from the roof-top of a brasserie in the City of London.On the seventh floor,almost reaching the sky,he wrote in his final message-I am not made for this world,I'm bored of life,I have cracked. His last moments alone were captured by some tourists taking happy family photos. The handsome face with sad eyes. A fifty year old socialite had died after refusing life saving treatment because she thought she had lost her "sparkle". One of her children,a daughter,was not yet 18. When I was at a university in my first year,I had lunch with a fellow student,clever, beautiful,willowy figure, long glossy hair. As she reached for some salt across the table I could clearly see several scars on her wrist. I knew what they were.She knew I knew and for a while said nothing. Then just before leaving the table she whispered-I always wear long sleeves,I don't want any-one to know. I would never tell any-one,I replied. Thank you,she answered and continued - what do you do when you are unhappy? I dye my hair. She looked at me in disbelief - I could never do that. You wouldn't dye your hair but you would cut your wrists, I said slowly. Our eyes met, we held a long gaze,just two friends trying to understand each other's ununderstandable world. You have everything going for you,everything.Why? I don't know where I belong.My family were refugees of noble origins.I am a countess by birth,born in this country but I don't belong here.I always feel a part of me is missing. I was often told I had old head on young shoulders,but nothing had prepared me for this conversation.I din't know how to console her. We both were so young.She left at the end of the academic year.I don't know what has become of her. Why do some of us prefer dying to living? Taking one's own life - is it the hardest or the easiest decision to make? Not even in my darkest hour have I ever considered a suicide,not once,not for a moment.Does this make me a fool or a sage?A quitter or a fighter?
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