We are trying to live a life that is destined for us early. Is this life really worth it? Many people are given two choices in every minute, every second of their lives; die or live. As many people choose to stay alive, dead ones are forgotten easily. While the statistics show incredibly high numbers of suicides, still the government tries to keep them a secret? Why we are seeing so much unnecessary news like what the man yelled in the middle of the street?
So what is the meaning of living actually? While there are those who get up every day to greet the sun, there are those who curse every day and pray to have the strength to get up or never be able to get up. To describe this; I would like you to picture it in your mind as three different persons first one is watering the flowers, the second is the one who plucks the flowers, third one is the living creature just passing by without caring about the flower, without no emotions.
You got up and looked out the window. Light filters illuminate your room or the street. You’ve made your hot coffee if you’re lucky enough to have that energy. If you have an outfit that you can put on, you dressed up. Washed your face if you have the necessary water and urge. And you are ready for the day with that bright smile on your face. How beautiful everything seems because you are happy that you have the ability to see. You listen to every tone because you can hear it. You try to love every animal because they deserve love too. You greet people and convey their good wishes. You’re literally shining (how disgusting, sickening). When you look at the sky and see that the weather is good, you become even happier, and when you see that it is terrible, you do not diminish your happiness.
In another view; you got up, and the moment you opened your eyes, curses appeared in your mind. You closed your eyes, as if hoping everything would get better, it didn’t work of course. Hours passed and you are still in the same place, in the same situation, in the same position. You got up when the sun started to feel like it was playing games with you. You rushed past not looking in the mirror (though why do you still have a mirror). You haven’t taken a shower for days, your comb is now a nest for insects, and you forgot what hygiene is. A day that you hate again of yourself has begun like a nightmare as usual. You don’t feel like doing anything, including breathing. Everything seems unnecessary to you. Questioning the meaning, the purpose of anything you see. However, there are people who pray to be in your place, and there are people who shed tears. There are those who will kill someone else for that food that they do not like and do not prefer to eat. There are those who risk being a slave for your warm home.
One is praising everything in life, while the other is cursing, and another is unable to find anything to curse or praise. This is chaos. It is chaos to rejoice (sadness) that you can breathe, blessing ( to curse ) that you can walk, to pray that you can see (scratching yourself as if trying to pull your eyes out of their sockets). Be grateful for what you have, and if you don’t want it, give it to someone who wants it and withdraw from this life. So what will be your final decision?