Suicide Paradise
I feel it all the time. What is called distorted justice that people have.
Why don't we relentlessly die from an unspecified number of people even now? or that guy because it's not a big deal. They say don't study even though it's stupid, it's useless even if you do it, and when you go out and get hit on your tongue right by, and as a matter of fact, I don't remember being treated this far, so isn't the treatment different from the criminal who committed the murder? There are times when I felt that.
I may have done something disgusting, but I have also felt that it is necessary to relentlessly slander me for anything.
When I'm relaxing at home, reading, and studying, I'm scared every day thinking, “If the coronavirus completely subsides and the number of situations where we have to go outside increases, I don't have my own body.”
At that time, I saw an advertisement saying that one book called Taninsho would change lives, and when I borrowed it at the library and read it, apparently it was written that the crime I committed disappeared just by chanting Namu Amida Buddha just before death, and the Buddha invited me to the Pure Land of Paradise.
Right now, I don't feel like I want to commit suicide at all, but if I sing Namu Amida Buddha while hoping that the Buddha will save me from the crime of wasting my life before committing suicide, will my sins be forgiven and taken to the Pure Land of Paradise without suffering?
I look forward to hearing from you.
