To be human is a very complex process, one very trying and fulfilling. What makes us special is the fact that we are the only species who are most aware of our mortality and at times in control of that mortality. Be it indirectly with the choices we make through lifestyle, vices, diet and on; or directly in control of it through suicide and murder.
You hear about suicides everyday in the news, through people we know or through the media we watch. It is always assumed that suicide is a way for the person committing it to run away but I feel differently about it sometimes, suicide could be the ultimate tool in the emotional arsenal of a human being.
Nothing can break down a person faster than loss, loss of another being the worst ones. Coupling this with the perverse satisfaction our pathetic species derive from hurting another would mean a very powerful weapon.
Imagine the amount of crap you’d leave your family & friends in after you died, kinda satisfying knowing that your tormentors would feel your torment. They might you call a coward but you’d have the last laugh in the matter since they can now deal with all the daemons of life holding you dear to their heart.
But does anyone deserve such a painful punishment? Even if the crime is the greatest? The satisfaction of hurting a loved one, is that far greater than overcoming your pain?
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