I’m nearing the end of my life, and have nothing to show for it. No family, no friends, no accomplishments on which to look back with satisfaction.
I tried to live by the Hippocratic motto Do no harm, and failed. I harmed many, and helped no one.
Is this true? No. It’s something I tell myself so that I can kill myself without regret.
the last time I tried to kill myself, something in me said to wait and
let nature take its course. I will die soon enough. And there was still
enough beauty in the world to make me regret leaving it. Now something
in me says I can leave the world without regret.
Is this true? There is still beauty in the world.
“I’m glad I’m dying,” she said, “because I don’t want to see what’s coming”.
There is still beauty in the world, but I don’t want to see what's coming.