
My life won’t stop after graduation. It will never stop until I found a work, a partner or after I’ll have a child or even grandchildren. It will only stop after I’m being buried six feet under. Am I ready for it? Being left alone inside of a tomb —forgotten until I’ll rot. I guess I’m not. I’m still scared to face this reality.
But why does whenever I’m sad, weary or feel restless and frustrated about the world I always pray that maybe it’s better to end my life? That maybe it’s good to end up lifeless after the heartaches and pain I’ve encountered. Why does the fear of dying seemed to disappear whenever I’m in that situation? Maybe because, bravery ,sometimes, won’t let us do good. It gave us false power to do everything even if it really can’t. It’ll make our heart numb for the love and care of others and our mind close for the plausible effects of our actions.
In times of anxiety and loneliness, we seemed to turn into our egocentric self. We only care for ourselves. We used to think that we’re only alone. Wherein fact, we aren’t.
