To Die Or Not To Die
It was a sunny day and I was going for an eleven o clock class. I looked towards the dead road as I walked, I envied the path the cars passed. If only I could become the road; nothing but stillness and pause for all eternity, the rest I would feel. I crossed the path over the gutter to the faculty grounds and I glanced at the deep gutter streaming water into an even deeper ditch, grave thoughts sprouted in my mind. I had passed this path too many times to count. But this time, I wondered; if I slipped just right, would I die? At that moment, it hit me; I had become someone waiting for death. I craved it in everything I saw and everything that moved. But, I had many chances. What stopped me, I wondered. In my religion I have come to believe in suicide as no answer. Spiritual law I'm told says; if one commits suicide, they will be reborn in seven days and live a life that will lead them back to that same situation they committed suicide to escape. They will be stuck in this cycle t
