Just like that. I accept the fact that I am a master of my life and that I have the right to decide whether I want to live or die. But somewhere down the line, it kills me to see bright people throwing away their lives because of love affairs gone awry. I too fell in love, and maybe if things hadn't worked out, I would have rebelled and fought and done something weird in those days. It doesn't make sense to me.
Life is just too precious to even think of giving it up.
I say maybe, because high up there, insulated from the deprivation and hopelessness that pervades their lives, that most us have no first-hand experience of, it is difficult to really know and understand what goes on in those minds. Yet they keep on living. Intelligence at work or in school or college obviously does not imply concurrent emotional intelligence and I think many of us tend to forget that. And maybe there is place in our educational system for teaching students how to be emotionally intelligent. So that we don't kill ourselves over stupid love affairs, especially when a few years down the line, we would have looked back and either laughed or sighed with a little nostalgia and then continued living.