Don. Why does suicide have to be justified ?. Your existence perceived or not is your journey and your journey alone. Despite friends friendships and close family members , which simply provide as a whole a widely perceived average reaction through verbal and physical action to individual events. Only you experience an event , no matter how seemingly trivial to yourself or others , to the extent that you do. Two people both 35 years of age lose their pet gold fish which lived in a bowl of water on their coffee table. Both had the fish the same length of time , 3 months. Both people spent identical amounts of conscious “ time “ focussing solely on the goldfish and the wonders of its nature.
Both find their pet goldfishes “ dead “ floating atop of their water bowl on the coffee table. In respectful silence , both flush it down the toilet. Wash the bowl the goldfish lived in in the kitchen sink , place the bowl on the sink to dry and sit in silence for 5 minutes on the sofa facing the coffee table the goldfish had lived its life on before their very eyes every day and night for the previous 3 months.
One person sheds a tear. Is reminded by the fragility of life and about the “ death “ of his mother who passed away of breast cancer 5 years previous. Noticing a sudden burst of sun ray from the clouds lighting up the empty quiet room he was sitting in silence in stimulates him visually and lifts his mood to an “ it will be fine “ mood. This person stands up puts on the radio and goes to make blueberry muffins and resume their life.
The other person , after placing their goldfish bowl on the kitchen sink to dry after washing it , sits them self in silence for 5 minutes on the sofa facing the coffee table the goldfish had lived its life on before their very eyes every day and night for the previous 3 months.
This person also sheds a tear. This person is reminded of his two sisters who were brutally murdered in their bedrooms a bloody knife attack by an intruder into the family home as 10 year olds , while he hid under his bed in fear listening to every last scream. He is reminded of losing his wife to divorce last year after a 15 year marriage. But this person had never felt the trauma of losing a goldfish before.
How could something so innocent , cute and something that just is , have had such a sudden passing. A sudden burst of sun ray from the clouds directly through the window of the room where they sit lights up the room. Immediately the man stands up and pulls the blind down over the window , as this light is distracting , throwing his line of thought and interrupting the focus of his mind on honouring the goldfishes passing , its life previous , and the joy it gave him to watch swimming in the bowl every day and night for the previous 3 months. The man returns to the sofa facing the coffee table where the goldfish once existed.
Noticing last nights dinner plate and cutlery on the floor beside the sofa , the man leans over , picks up the steak knife used to eat last night scotch fillet steak and salad for dinner and holds it to his wrist. In silence. Blind down. The man listens to the faint , distant sound of traffic on the distant freeway out of town.
Plunging the knife across his left wrist , the man severs a vital artery. As a bloody rain falls over , around and onto him he is filled with a sense of worry. I hope when my daughter gets here to go for our evening walk after her work at 6 pm tonite the blood is still able to be cleaned from the carpet and the carpet is not ruined the man thought to himself.
As the mans blood launched from his wrist , ceiling high , worrying about his beloved plush pile carpet and not wanting his daughter to have to put new carpet in , the man walks himself to the kitchen where under the sink he keeps a tin of carpet spot stain cleaner spray , collects the carpet cleaning spray and returns to the sofa , facing the coffee table the goldfish once swam.
Not wanting to make the carpet any less respectable the man thoughtfully detours past the room with the sofa opposite the coffee table the goldfish once lived on , and sits himself in the corner of the kitchen where he will bleed to death with the carpet spray cleaner on his lap for his daughter to help with things once she gets there and finds him.
A ray of bright sun light suddenly lights up the kitchen where the man lays dead , lifting the ambience and atmosphere of the room. Colours of the room were more colourful. A saucepan with a silver handle drying on the sink glistens delicately in the sunlight.
Justified ? or not justified ? Isn’t justified merely an individual perspective point of view from another individual. Why do you have to justify suicide. Clearly the individual who has suicided justified it to themselves. No different to when you justify it ok to masturbate in the bathroom and squirt your cum into an old sock before going to bed
