is unlike Alviss Kong‘s or the few that followed suit to these series of tragic events.
My version of a suicide is the death of potential. Of not not unlocking our potential in anything we do, no matter how significant it is (which is,
by the way, very subjective).
Sometimes, this suicide comes naturally to those who do not have something they want to fulfill. Sometimes, it comes forced when a person becomes exhausted.
I find myself at the edge of the latter.
But I fight it, again and again, even though I am not a hardworking person. I am lazy, but I want to fight fate.
Because I don’t want to live a life which has no meaning.
I want to live, like I’ve never lived before.
Like someone once said.