Suicide – Cowardly or Courageous?

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For ages now, the word ‘suicide’ has had several negative connotations to it. Suicide is considered cowardly, immature, weak and is mainly seen as an act of giving up. We have so many centres which have counselling for suicidal people, but yet the number of suicide cases keep increasing. People generally commit suicide when they feel that their problems are impossible to solve. And sometimes they might be right. We never understand the magnitude or gravity of a person’s problems till we are in that same situation. But then, different people deal with things differently. The general idea is that the ones that commit suicide are weak-minded. But, is it so?

The notion of suicide being cowardly was something I believed in too. Whenever I read about a suicide case, I would mentally smirk as I thought it was a sign of weakness. Maybe it is, I don’t know.

However, recently I’ve been doing a little reading on the subject and that’s when I was exposed to this whole new dimension connected to suicide. Suicide need not necessarily be considered as something irrational or stupid.

Herodotus, an ancient Greek historian, wrote: “When life is so burdensome, death has become for man a sought-after refuge”. We do not know or understand the problems people face. Sometimes, death seems to be the only answer for them. And if they commit suicide, it must not mean that they are basically weak in the mind; instead they are brave enough to end their life as and when they please. Some philosophers also argue that death by one’s hand is more honourable than living a life of protracted misery. Slyvia Plath, the famous poetess, also viewed suicide in the same light. To her, suicide was liberation – liberation from this world of pain.

If you look at it from a religious point of view, the act of suicide is considered unholy and very atheistic. Sometimes, it is also seen as blasphemy. No religion that I know of actually supports suicide. Even the act of euthanasia is frowned upon. Being agnostic, I obviously do not agree with any of these sentiments. I would not say that I am completely in favour of suicide either though.

As you delve deeper into the subject, you would know that it actually takes courage to slit your wrists, or to pop ten sleeping pills or to voluntarily jump off a terrace.

Conclusively, I am not as disgusted with suicide as I used to be. At the same time, I’m not completely in favour of it either. I have come across many people who laugh at the ones who are suicidal or at the ones who have committed suicide. I feel we must learn to be more accepting, or atleast tolerant enough, of such cases. Ideally, it would require more courage to face the crap, accept it and move on. But we do not live in a perfect world after all.

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It was a day when she expected nothing – she woke up from bed with no prior notion of the magic she would experience that day. She was leading a lifeless existence till then. Every day she felt like the walls were closing in. She ignored everybody and hoped that everybody would ignore her. Nothing meant anything to her. It was like she was bound by the sense of pessimism, which developed over time. Like a mask, she faked a smile and tried to blend in because she did not want to attract too much attention to herself. She preferred being a loner. Dependence was something she hated. Even if she was broken on the inside, she’d plaster a smile over her face and pick herself up without relying on anybody else. This is how things were for quite some time. But then everything changed the day she met him. 

 He was standing a few feet away from her. She was busy reading something. But then, something made her look up. Probably the same force that made him look in her direction. And that’s when their eyes met for the first time. She had been in love before, or so she thought, but never had she experienced something as strong as this. Especially with a mere stranger. It’s nothing, she told herself. Trying hard to resist looking at that mysterious stranger again, she concentrated on the task at hand. Fate was only laughing, as she again looked up at him. She noticed his features and tried to memorize his face. He was beyond perfection. As his chocolate brown eyes met hers again, she quickly lowered her eyes and went back to what she was doing. It was like time had stood still and nothing else mattered. When they looked at each other, she was overcome with a scary, yet irreplaceable feeling – a feeling that made her want to stay rooted right there and to capture the moment. 

Slowly, they started to grow close. They basically completed each other. Although alike, they shared many differences. He made up for what she lacked and she made up for what he lacked. Whenever they were together, it felt like there was nobody else around. “What is happening to me?” they asked themselves. The answer was a very simple word with a very complex meaning – love. Both of them were in solid denial of the inevitable though. However, what’s meant to be is meant to be. In the midst of a lot of misunderstandings, tears and the immense pain of separation, they finally believed in their love and decided to confess. 

From being strangers, they now share a bond which is unbreakable. A bond based on the principles of trust, honesty, understanding, care, friendship and love. They were tired of listening to other people finding love. She wanted someone who would care for her and understand her more than anybody else. He wanted someone in front of whom he could drop his walls and just be himself. It’s like he was waiting for her all his life and she for him. It is an evolved relationship wherein they even accept each other’s faults. Where the road will lead, they do not know. But as long as they are together and are able to soak in the beautiful feeling of each other’s company, does anything else really matter? 

“In our lives, we are often afraid to take a chance. We fear that things may not turn out to be as we expect. We become submissive to the looming thoughts of failure and rejection. But, we need to shove all of that aside and just speak our hearts out. At the end of the day, it is our emotions that keep us sane, so it is very important to share them with people. If we love someone, then we should just go for it. Of course, there are chances that that person may reject us. But it’s a good thing, because that way, we won’t be harboring false hopes of any kind. We can think of a thousand reasons why something won’t work out, so why can’t we just find one reason why it can work out?” – Anonymous.