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What follows stem from a conversation with Blinkymummy.

I’ve never loved anyone deeply. So I can’t really understand why ppl would kill themselves over love, even allowing for the fact that it is illogical - you cannot control your emotions. They just happen.

There are two views about suicide:

  1. That it is the most selfish and cowardly thing to do; instead of facing the problems one chooses to end it all, leaving loved ones grieving and trying to understand it all. For unless you are a hermit, your life would inevitably touch more ppl than you’d ever thought so.
  2. Or, that it is the bravest thing to do; that it actually takes courage to end one’s life. To cross the point of no return is scary, even when you are severely depressed.

Either way, death is never a happy ending.

Those who would kill themselves over love must have LOVE at the core of their lives, and most likely at the exclusion of other things. Whilst it seems magical and romantic that one would pour their entire being into loving someone, it feels to me a misplaced direction in life. To me, life is more than just about love. Your life should not be defined by love; love is only a subset of life, and not the other way around.

“Romeo and Juliet” is a great story but a guide to living it ain’t. There’s nothing noble about ending one’s life over love. By killing yourself, you are only robbing yourself of the chance to find that one true love that you so covet when you were alive.

What you may call and feel is love is transient and many, but you only have the one life. Cherish it.

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