It is so easy for other's to say that one should never give up on life, that whatever challenges may come you can make it...

Who are we to judge those who commit suicide? We did not feel the way they felt, we did not go through the hell they experienced.

It is so easy to say that they should have talked to someone else. But, ask yourself, do you  always have someone to talk to when you have a problem? Can your family and friends grasp the depth of ALL your problems? If your answers are both yes, then you're a lucky one. Not all have your good fortune.

Not all who ask for help are noticed. Not all who seek for guidance find the light. Not all who walk away from trouble find the right path. Not every 'tomorrow' is better. Not every 'yesterday' stays in the past. Some try their best to stay alive but are slapped in the face by their problems every waking minute of their almost empty life.

Some try and try to fight but are battered by life's challenges. Some try and try to look for a way to make things work but find more problems they need to solve. Some meet other people who may change the way their lives work only to make them even sadder for finding ways to say goodbye. Some try to do good despite their problems but are never given importance. Some try to learn to live life differently, to find a different perspective, only to find that all will die in the end. Some try and try to look for a reason to live, but, find, instead, that death is an easier way out.


And why do we question their motives? Are they not hurt enough that we poke their wounds? I understand that it is normal for those who cared for them to want to know why someone they loved chose to leave them. But, it is not about us, it is not about those who were left behind. This is about them, those who chose to end their miseries.

It is the price of wanting to end your suffering that you also have to end whatever kept you alive until then: the care and love you received, the will to learn, the dreams for change. I believe that seeing how much people you cared and loved for you're going to leave behind is the hardest part about deciding to end your life. I want to believe that they, who chose to end their lives, have faith in those they are leaving to be strong the way they couldn't.

It will tarnish their memory to ask, "Is death more important than us whom were left behind?" We should ask how we can prevent this from happening again. We should see that they were suffering and that prying on their decision on life (or rather death), will just upset them even more. We should ask ourselves if what we did for them were enough, then ask ourselves if what we do for each other, who are still alive, is enough. Do we really value those around us? Do we show each other that life is worth living?

Let us remember their smiles. Let us remember the sound of their laughter. Let us remember the warmth of their love. Let us remember how good it is to be alive. Let us remember to share this thought with EVERYONE we know.

RIP, Kristel. RIP, Geo.

Aside from the basics: name, age, birthday, blah blah; do you know who you are?

Me, I don't think I know myself. I'm a different person everyday. One day I may think this way, the next, think the other.

What do you guys think of me? Am I worth a thought? I want to believe I do. I want to believe every single one of us is something, we have a purpose, and we might not know it now, but we'll find it someday.

What about, then, the people who die early? Do they not have a purpose? Maybe they have served their time. However they may have left, I am sure no one dies meaningless. They will, however insignificant it may seem, change another person's life.

And what is my point really?

I don't know. I just can't sleep, I'm so tired, and I still have a lot of work to do!!!

WHO AM I? WHY AM I HERE? WHEN DOES THIS ALL END?

It is so easy for other's to say that one should never give up on life, that whatever challenges may come you can make it...

Who are we to judge those who commit suicide? We did not feel the way they felt, we did not go through the hell they experienced.

It is so easy to say that they should have talked to someone else. But, ask yourself, do you  always have someone to talk to when you have a problem? Can your family and friends grasp the depth of ALL your problems? If your answers are both yes, then you're a lucky one. Not all have your good fortune.

Not all who ask for help are noticed. Not all who seek for guidance find the light. Not all who walk away from trouble find the right path. Not every 'tomorrow' is better. Not every 'yesterday' stays in the past. Some try their best to stay alive but are slapped in the face by their problems every waking minute of their almost empty life.

Some try and try to fight but are battered by life's challenges. Some try and try to look for a way to make things work but find more problems they need to solve. Some meet other people who may change the way their lives work only to make them even sadder for finding ways to say goodbye. Some try to do good despite their problems but are never given importance. Some try to learn to live life differently, to find a different perspective, only to find that all will die in the end. Some try and try to look for a reason to live, but, find, instead, that death is an easier way out.


And why do we question their motives? Are they not hurt enough that we poke their wounds? I understand that it is normal for those who cared for them to want to know why someone they loved chose to leave them. But, it is not about us, it is not about those who were left behind. This is about them, those who chose to end their miseries.

It is the price of wanting to end your suffering that you also have to end whatever kept you alive until then: the care and love you received, the will to learn, the dreams for change. I believe that seeing how much people you cared and loved for you're going to leave behind is the hardest part about deciding to end your life. I want to believe that they, who chose to end their lives, have faith in those they are leaving to be strong the way they couldn't.

It will tarnish their memory to ask, "Is death more important than us whom were left behind?" We should ask how we can prevent this from happening again. We should see that they were suffering and that prying on their decision on life (or rather death), will just upset them even more. We should ask ourselves if what we did for them were enough, then ask ourselves if what we do for each other, who are still alive, is enough. Do we really value those around us? Do we show each other that life is worth living?

Let us remember their smiles. Let us remember the sound of their laughter. Let us remember the warmth of their love. Let us remember how good it is to be alive. Let us remember to share this thought with EVERYONE we know.

RIP, Kristel. RIP, Geo.  

Aside from the basics: name, age, birthday, blah blah; do you know who you are?

Me, I don't think I know myself. I'm a different person everyday. One day I may think this way, the next, think the other.

What do you guys think of me? Am I worth a thought? I want to believe I do. I want to believe every single one of us is something, we have a purpose, and we might not know it now, but we'll find it someday.

What about, then, the people who die early? Do they not have a purpose? Maybe they have served their time. However they may have left, I am sure no one dies meaningless. They will, however insignificant it may seem, change another person's life.

And what is my point really?

I don't know. I just can't sleep, I'm so tired, and I still have a lot of work to do!!!

WHO AM I? WHY AM I HERE? WHEN DOES THIS ALL END?