VALUE OF LIFE

I disliked the fact that I would always come home and feel even worse not miserable but not even the slightest bit of content. With what I have, with what I didn’t have with what I really wanted. She always creeped me out with this mentality of wanting to be richer and richer everyday. I mean don’t get me wrong its in the core system, to be comfortable in this lavish viewed cost life we live in.

But with every breath she took she felt like she wasn’t doing enough to get there. There beyond the stars, beyond where her eyes wound to see.It was some sort of determination to be greater and to be better everyday that made her not acknowledge the beauty of every little milestone she overcame. But now all this is shuttered because, well life is short. No criteria to measure ones length can be applied. I mean some die after any year of existence some a couple of decades more. She had to take it all on herself. I ask myself why but the only reasons I could get were that she blamed herself for the worlds misfortunes. For her existence not so loud she judged herself.

Her disorders defining.

Mental health even though not usually seen as a core feature necessitates human existence. Anxiety, depression, nervousness all of this covered by some mask of fake harsh lives.

Doing more harm than good, these lifestyles and trends we so much admire and praise not   necessarily their honor and splendor but for their lavish nature and attraction to the eye are a growing massacre to this young generation. Unnecessary peer pressure and conviction owing to this greatly many young lives are lost to this ugly situations.

I mean she just died because she failed at one obstacle on her path. Who was to blame? Was she being selfish? I mean she never had the afterthought, or did she? Her loved ones traumatized, not over her death, but over the fact that they could have done something. All she needed was someone to cheer her on, to ascertain her that she was doing her best. To hear her out when all she could think of was quitting. To embrace her flaws and acknowledge her confidence and hardwork. All she needed was that one person who could believe in her more than she always had. 

Suicide succumbed to under any circumstances is a fail on the society as a whole.

Depressed dreams and oppressed actions. Is it that life is less valued or worse yet underprivileged? Conversations don’t seem to add up because at the end of the day the main goal is to live and to exist because all roads don’t seem to go in their direction.Is it that its for the strong hearted to fair while the rest diminish in horrific confessions of doubt within themselves.

Reach out and save a life no matter how small, the pride is a very huge price to pay and no doubt in one way or another one of us must be paying it. When it comes to matters of the heart no feeling can surpass inner peace and contentment.

Enough said, assurance that you are adequate on whatever grounds, flaws or not is essential however insignificant cause we all need reassurance that we are good, we can be greater and we are doing our best so far.