If you’d ever ask me whether you should do it or not, I’d say, do it. Go for it. I’d do the same thing too, if only I had the guts.
Forget about other people. Forget about your closest ones. Your parents. Friends. Colleagues. Teachers. Your crush. Your lover. Your spouse. God, you’ll damage their core being. You’ll leave scars in their heart. They might think it’s their fault. The pain will grow as they age. Those are the consequences you might leave after you’re gone. Go, do it. Leave them traumatised.
Some people love and leave. You choose to be one of them? It’s your choice. It’s your life. Your right. You were born. It wasn’t your choice. It’s not fair. Now why can’t you choose to be dead to make it fair?
No one knows who you are? Better. If your absence doesn’t give much difference, neither will your existence do.
Go. Do it. Leave. You have your reasons. I’ll understand. They’ll soon do, too. Make them believe that it’s not about them. They’re not the reasons you leave. And if they are your reasons, let them learn their lessons.
If you ask me if there’s hope, I’ll tell you, yes. There is hope. There’s hope to what you want to make out of your life. You can always do something. You’ll have ideas. You’ll be creating things you love. You might experience what you’ve always wished for. There’s too many possibilities to count. Your choices lead to many possibilities.
Your dreams, the ones you’ve long forgotten. Your past hopes, silent prayers. Your birthday wishes. Your resolutions written ten years ago. You can bury them alongside your dead body or you can build them and live.
So, do it. You have your reasons. There will be consequences but if you’ve thought it through… And only if you have, then you can do it.
Do some deep research on it. Don’t be too naive. You won’t be given a second chance once you’re dead. Think. Give yourself some time. Only when you’re sure, if it’s deep rooted in your heart and conscience, then you can do it. Until then, give yourself some air, some space. And when you think it’s time, make sure you’re dead and not left a handicap because you don’t do it right.
Research well. Until then, you might find a new perspective; you’ll forget you’ve ever thought about it. Maybe you’ll find that life deserves a second chance.
Or maybe you won’t. Chances are, you’ll be dead either way.
