What is it like to take ones's life?Have you ever wondered how you would feel when you stopped breathing? I have tried that when I was much younger out of curiosity. I used to bury my face in a pillow and hold my breathe to see how long I lasted. Now that incident brings a smile to my face.

I have often wondered where do all the dead people go to. Do they get to experience the happiness that never was with them while they lived? Do they really get the chance to see all those places that they missed out on? Is there a place called Heaven? Well, I am the kind who doesn't believe in a separate place called Hell. I feel Hell is what we make for ourselves. The things that we do that make us hate our lives, now thats Hell.

But, the beauty of life is in the battle for it. Only when a person has truly experienced grief can he appreciate happiness. I have read Keshi's post on depression and it reminded me of my own battles with my life.
Did you know that it takes much more courage to live your life than take it away?

I am not an overtly optimistic person. Hell, I can be as hard as a diamond sometimes. The realisation of what really matters to a person is what makes him/her live. One of the lessons I have learnt in the twenty one years that I have lived is that Life is unfair. Oh! I have lost a lot trying to learn that. Like they say, when you lose, don't lose the lesson.

Here is to life! The bitch that we have thrust in our faces!The best we can do is to keep going at it.
I hope I made some sense there. Keshi's post shook me enough to write something that I had bottled up.