Why shouldn't we die
An acquaintance told me about a mutual friend the other day, “I'm scared that type of kid is about to commit suicide.”
But I couldn't say anything. I can only think of death and life as personal freedom.
Of course, I want them to be happy, but even if they say they want to die, I don't think “you have to work hard to live.” I can't guarantee that something happy will happen afterwards, and I can't take responsibility for it. If you want it to end, you're free to finish it.
I've watched many funerals, and I've always watched how any person, even if their parents or husbands die and are sad, will eventually regain their daily lives.
I don't think I should live while continuing to suffer because of my temporary sorrow. If you get advice about wanting to live, I'll ask, but even if they say they want to die, isn't that fine? I can only think of it.
Similarly, I couldn't even tell my sick friend that I should change my lifestyle in a healthy way. If the person himself says he wants to live freely with alcohol and tobacco rather than live a long time, I can only think that is the case. It can't be helped, I'm just laughing next to them and crying at the funeral. If I had stopped at that time, I wouldn't look like anyone else.
Am I being ruthless?
A friend of 20 years passed away last month. They were friends I met every week. We used to be lovers. It's sad. There is also a sense of loss. But those are selfish feelings on my part. In the end, I didn't change my mind. The sad thing is that I'm sad no matter when I die. Maybe even 20 years from now. Even so, people don't think they have to live no matter what happens, and they don't connect in any way.
I also think I'm missing something, but I don't know what.
Am I a person who can't take care of people?
