Recent events have made me question how one goes through life.
A friend of mine commited suicide last night and the idea to me still remains absurd.
Why would one end the only thing they can be shown to believe in? Is it not absurd to escape the one place we are certain we can change, evolve, and grow?
Now here is where my questioning truly fleshes itself out.
If we have a being or beings watching over us attentively why would they allow for the tragedies many endure? The gentleman I am referring to was a tragic figure to say the least. Free will is non-pluss for me when it involves the things that life does to us. The losses we obtain in this life are not something we can simply dismiss as a greater plan. Some may say we are only given that which we can handle; than why is this not always the case?
This death has phased me in a way. I am still rather detached to the situation yet it has hardened me in a way I have yet to ascertain at the moment.
Feel free to reply I am just perhaps searching for something.
Speaking as someone who has dealt with heavy depression, I tend to get those thoughts of giving up when I feel that change is impossible, that things are stagnate, immoveable. The problem is that once those feelings get hold of you, it’s hard to see beyond the moment you’re in to remember that things do always change and tomorrow is another day.
Death never really makes sense. An old friend of mine died a number of years ago at the age of 19, just after being accepted to college. He was drinking at a friends house about 10 minutes away from where he lived. He drove home and literally about 1/2 mile from his house crashed into a pond and drowned. I couldn’t help feeling how absurd it was–so close to home, so young.
I don’t have much to offer that would be enlightening on this subject because I don’t think it can really be understood. But I really feel for you.
Maybe your friend came to the realization that if there is no meaning after this life, than this life has no meaning. You can enjoy what you have now, but without being able to take it with you when you die it’s useless, it will all be forgotten, and so will everything you’ve learned and enjoyed, it’s gone, an infiniteness of nothing will bring you to the realization that this life is meaningless without the hope of something infinite.
He lost his “envilope of meat”, now his IQ and power-level is lower, but he’s absolutely mobile.
The “reason” for his suicide is probably still in his consciousness.
He didn’t “escape” from anything, he just lost his [3d]material body, and now he’s less powerful/able.
Now here is where my questioning truly fleshes itself out.
We don’t have beings watching over us, usually, unless we have developed good relationships with metaphysical beings, etc.
Relationships have to do with interchange:
Energy exchange, telepathy, empathy, etc. These would be the main exchange forms in which to develop metaphysical relationships through, if one was even able to do so…
People take everything which they have. Eventually, it is “lost” again, as it returns to its original state, and still exists – just like it always has…
It was never “owned” or “lost”, it always existed: resource.
thanks…but I don’t want to take credit. As Chesterton wrote in his introduction to orthodoxy, that his book was about how he thought he was the first man to set foot in Brighton, and then found he was the last. He explains how he tried to be in advance of the age but found he was 1800 years behind it(I’m not trying to imply my religion as truth, just this is what he said). He explains how he should be looked at as a clown, something ridiculous as explaining the obvious. This is what he meant by discussing how he would think he was the first man to discover, only to find several have discovered it before him.
I know this is long, but to recieve a compliment from someone I see as an opposer… leaves me frozen… i’m not sure how to react but say thanks and tell you to only give the credit to who I believe in.
But I will add I’m sorry for the death of your friend. And because of you I am left at a humility that is much needed, thanks.
I’m really, really sorry to hear about your friend.
When a friend dies, their death seems surreal at best, and a horrible mistake at worst. None of us can fully comprehend the impact it has on we who are still living. Three years ago, I lost a friend who simply died in his sleep. He had epilepsy, and while he didn’t choose the end of his life, he knew that it was a possibility any day. It still hurt when he died. After months of grappling with every emotion, every philosophical idea out there, all I came to at all was this: I’m better for having known him. While he was here, he was better for having experienced all that he did.
We’re all enriched for having known each other. That your friend left life earlier than many do is no reflection on you or anyone else he knew, so please never think that. I don’t know why he did what he did, but you asked the question “is it not absurd to escape the one place we are certain we can change, evolve and grow?” – perhaps sometimes, the escape from change feels safer than the walking through it.
My thoughts are with you. hug I know how much you’ve got to ponder right now. Please ponder all you’d like to.
I had a friend (or I thought he was, at any rate) that committed suicide not too long ago. It’s definately a depressing thing. It may be a cliche but it really is a permanent solution to a temporary problem. There’s plenty of time to be dead but such a short time to be alive.
Still, I can’t begrudge someone the right to end their life. What greater claim can I lay to your life than you yourself do?