Regarding something as tragic as suicide:
Even though someone may labor for many years to remain here,
as long as possible , despite agony unseen and unacknowledged by others,
and then one day it is too much, and they are simply unable
to tolerate another day, there remains their life.
Their days. Their contributions, and the things that mattered to them.
The efforts they made. The love they shared.
All of that remains, regardless of their ultimate inability
to be here one second longer.
Sometimes people say that suicide is a selfish act.
I tire of those people.
But to determine it selfish is merely to reveal oneself
as a person who simply does not understand agony,
and has no compassion for it.
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