Over the years, I've learnt that there aren't really that many people you would actually die for. And honestly, there isn't a single person on this earth I'd die for.
That's the truth, plain and simple.
I simply don't understand the logic behind taking your own life for someone else's sake.
I mean, what's the point? How is you dying going to make someone else happy? that too someone else to whom you mean as much as they mean to you?
On the contrary, wouldn't it just cause them pain n grief?
I didn't always think this way though. there was a time when I actually would've died for "someone"
All that changed when i realized that if they're better off without you around, there is no point shooting yourself in the face.
Now, I'm not saying that no one's worth it. that's not true. Well, not always. I for example consider my family to be above everyone else. And when I say family, I don't mean just the individuals I'm blood-related to.
By Family, I mean those people without whom I'd feel like I had a hole the size of the moon in my heart.
And Exactly Nineteen Years ago, today. An idiot was plonked onto planet earth at some hospital of which I do not know the name.
I remember the first time i saw my brother. I thought he looked strangely familiar to a monkey. (Don't ask me, I was 4).
I even asked my mother where she got "the monkey" from.. And obviously, she just sat there laughing, along with my grandparents and probably every nurse and doctor in the hospital building.
Anyway. Nineteen years on, that "Monkey" has grown up to be the young man most envy. I for one, am proud of my little brother.
Problem is, I just realized he isn't really little anymore.
That's the truth, plain and simple.
I simply don't understand the logic behind taking your own life for someone else's sake.
I mean, what's the point? How is you dying going to make someone else happy? that too someone else to whom you mean as much as they mean to you?
On the contrary, wouldn't it just cause them pain n grief?
I didn't always think this way though. there was a time when I actually would've died for "someone"
All that changed when i realized that if they're better off without you around, there is no point shooting yourself in the face.
Now, I'm not saying that no one's worth it. that's not true. Well, not always. I for example consider my family to be above everyone else. And when I say family, I don't mean just the individuals I'm blood-related to.
By Family, I mean those people without whom I'd feel like I had a hole the size of the moon in my heart.
And Exactly Nineteen Years ago, today. An idiot was plonked onto planet earth at some hospital of which I do not know the name.
I remember the first time i saw my brother. I thought he looked strangely familiar to a monkey. (Don't ask me, I was 4).
I even asked my mother where she got "the monkey" from.. And obviously, she just sat there laughing, along with my grandparents and probably every nurse and doctor in the hospital building.
Anyway. Nineteen years on, that "Monkey" has grown up to be the young man most envy. I for one, am proud of my little brother.
Problem is, I just realized he isn't really little anymore.
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