Perhaps their despair is so great that they’re afraid if they ever did allow themselves to consider 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.
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 people commit suicide. Are they 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 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.
Perhaps their despair is so great that they’re afraid if they ever did allow themselves to consider 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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