Thursday, February 14, 2008

Depression Kills

Last summer we went to his home for a picnic party; that was our first visit to his house. I can't say we are close friends, just FOF; still it hurts when hearing that he killed himself with potassium cyanide (KCN). It was last Saturday/Sunday, so the hurt is still fresh.

There are few reasons in the world that could convince me that a life should kill itself; being terminally ill is a good one; depression would be too tragic. I mean, physically the body is perfect, yet a crippled mind inflicts the total destruction of it all.

Six crawl once described her hiking through the Long Trail: walking day in and day out, life became so simple. The essentials of life was such a bare minimal that all she yearned for was to have a big hot pot of noodle at the end of day, or to sink in a warm bath tub if it was an inn-night. If only life were so simple always.

I've seen a fair share of depression cases around me, some were cured, some ended up in tragedy. I can only hope tragedy won't happen any more, but I know that's in vain...

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