Saturday, January 7, 2017

One Hundred and Ten

It’s a mystery to me why so many people say it’s a mystery to them why some people commit suicide. Are so many people so obtuse that they’ve never felt a despair great enough to make them consider suicide?

Perhaps their despair is so great that they’re afraid if they ever did allow themselves to consider committing suicide, they’d do it. Why they’d think that is a mystery to me. Knowing I can always end this misery if and when I choose consoles me, as it did Nietzsche, and gets me through many a bad night.

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