(Last one, I promise--maybe!)
<fingers crossed behind back>
"Goodbye cruel world, I'm leaving you today."
Ever felt like that?
I have, twice.
Once when I was a wee nipper and my parents were having *another* fight late into the night. I had been playing with my chemistry set in the basement and had a head full of noxious fumes. I was diZzy and feeling a trite ill lying in bed listening to my parents abuse one and other and I thought,
"Death, please take me before morning comes. I do not want to be here anymore. I've got a mixture of toxic chemicals streaming through my body: let that be enough."
But of course I woke the next day to still be a member of a decaying home. I think it made me stronger though, the fact that I wanted to die but then didn't.
The second time was about half my life ago, when I was involved in one of those "I love you, I hate you" teen-angst relationships. I was having one of those daily fights with my girl when I grabbed a knife from the kitchen counter and held it against my wrist. I don't think I really had the intention to slice that vein open, but did it more for the dramatic "I need you and I'll die if I can't have you" effect. Needless to say, I didn't and so here I am today.
They say that before Buckminster Fuller did all his groundbreaking work that he was so low in life that he found himself contemplating suicide. But then he realized all the things he had to live for, and went on to try to make the world a better place.
Can contemplating suicide (but not actually doing it, obviously) be a way to tap into that bottomless well of potential that exists in everyone of us?
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