I always wondered why people commited suicide. Was life really that bad? Were they so blinded by misery that they couldn’t see the brighter side of life. Did they not know that when the tighten the noose or see the floor racing to catch them that they will never know the joys of life?
I’ve always thought about suicide.
“If i stop now in the middle of the road that bus will run over me and end my life.”
But i have never stopped. I always cross the road. Why?
Because im addicted to living.