Friday, September 10, 2004

A Matter of Life and Death

Honestly, have you ever thought of committing suicide before? I had, and so have many people that I know. They tell me they don't know what they're living for. Studies? Duh no. Love? Maybe, but where is it then? No love, no life? In the end, nobody loves their lives? I once thought, how nice it would be if my death could mean something, if it could save another. In other words, i'll die for someone. After all, life here on earth's so hard, if my going could mean a better staying, then my life's purpose should be more than fufilled. That would be rather brave.


I once read a book called Fearless, about a girl who had her fear gene deleted. She's not afraid of anything, but then she realised that she couldn't be called brave, cause being brave is doing something you fear. You may be afraid of the water, others may not. For the rest, swimming is a common sport, but for you to enter the water, to conquer your fears, you're being brave in your own way.


Then it struck me. Dying is not difficult, nor is it daunting. After all, life is fragile, and if it is so bad, what's ending it? Dying for someone may seem courageous, but staying alive and sticking it out for someone you love and wish to protect is even more brave and meaningful.

For me, being a Catholic, I live for God. He gave me my life, for Him to love, and I live to love Him back and help others to love Him more. Jesus died for us after all.

I'll live for Him.

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