
So yesterday evening there was a
Spring Street suicide jumper <--click to read story. It got me thinking about life and how short it really is. I mean we are born, we live and then we die. I like walking down
Spring Street in
downtown LA better than
Broadway, its got trees for shade and its a bit less busy traffic wise.
After reading the story, i realized that i had walked by the area on my way home not even
2 hours before the time of the incident.
It is truly sad to think that things must of gotten so dire and hopeless to get to that point to consider suicide as the only option.
We all experience highs and lows in life. For me the fall and winter time makes me a bit more depressed. Must be the colder weather and shorter days, that i want to cocoon and hibernate.
As my shrink once told me,
"this is only one chapter in the book that is your life".
There are the sayings:
"this too shall pass" and
"what does not kill you makes you stronger".
Growing up as a kid i remember going to
2 very memorable
"open casket" wakes, that scarred me emotionally for a bit. Since then i have never gone to a wake or burial. I will visit the grave site when its all done, to pay my respects. Part of me wants to remember the person as they were,
alive. I also don't like horror or scary movies- i don't find them entertaining in the least.
On the other hand, having already cheated death a few times myself- I am not afraid of it or fear it. I mean in the end we can't avoid it or escape it.
Death is easy, its
Life that's hard.
A very wise person told me a few years back and i always share it, and i know Halloween and Dia de los Muertos have passed, but it applies in this instance.
We Die 3 times1.) When you stop breathing.
2.) When you are buried or cremated.
3.) and this is the saddest death of all--> When they stop remembering, talking and thinking of you.
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Remember there is a solution to everything except death.