Most people only start really living when they find out their dying, but we’re all dying, everyday. So why not start living now?
Engraved Zippo lighters from the Vietnam War. From Cowan’s Auctions
In my street growing up, where my parents still live, everyone is fairly close. We all get along an look out for each other. Last night, a young boy who struggled with Aspergers decided life was too hard and committed suicide. Before moving to our street, he found it hard to make friends cause of his condition, but when moving into the street he flourished, everyone accepted him for who he was and I’ll admit, he was a pretty cool kid, shy but aren’t we all a little shy sometimes. I think he struggled hard with trying to be someone that people would like instead of himself, which is the cruelest thing anyone could go through. I don’t agree with suicide, but I do feel pain for the people who struggle to get of bed and just face life, I do honestly believe some people just aren’t happy being alive, and you know what, that is perfectly fine. I think everyone knew he struggled being him, and as sad as it is to let him go, we have to. Suicide isn’t beautiful, the pain and suffering someone had to go through to get their isn’t ideal, and I feel bad he had to suffer this long. The only kind of death I wish for everyone is when you’ve lived a long, happy life, and you fall asleep knowing that and you simply don’t wake up, but life isn’t fair sometimes. RIP Jack, I hope you know you added a light in our street, you’ll be missed.