What happens when life ceases to have meaning and is just like a flame dwindling out in the desert wind? When life goes south, people tend to tell us to go against it and try to fight the feeling of drowning. But I want to just be a dead fish and go with the flow.
You must be wondering why anyone would feel such self loathe, so much so that they lose the will to fight. Well, when all usefulness is over, when one is assured of an unavoidable and imminent death, it is the simplest of human rights to choose a quick and easy death in place of a slow and horrible one.
"I have preferred chloroform over cancer." I think out loud remembering the words of Charlotte Perkins as I draw closer to the edge of the roof top and an abyss with no end. In this case, my chloroform was this beautiful ledge that seemingly had the steps to my eternal resting place.
