Years ago I lost a friend. I do not remember the exact date, however, I do remember it was December. It was the exact same ice cold wind that felt like needles against the skin as well as the heart, when I realized it was too late to say goodbye for the very last time. My friend, he hanged himself. Naturally it was filed as a suicide. But I will always believe that it was a murder, a slow & brutal & painful one. He was suffering from mental illness. Where I live, people do not believe in things like depression or anxiety or any other mental disorder, just because it is not physically visible. He wanted to follow his heart & did not want to be what society expected him to be. He faced consequences & eventually the society was successful in its intention of breaking him. All of his hopes & dreams & energy & self confidence were shattered. He started to isolate himself from everyone. He stopped showing up anywhere & sat in his room all alone, all day & all night. Did anyone even notice that he was constantly drifting away from us? Did anyone try to talk to him or to ask him what was wrong? Did anyone have the least amount of concern that he was getting lost by seconds? We told him to "get over it" or "don't think about it, it's just a phrase, it'll pass". Or maybe when he felt like he was going to explode if he kept his feelings bottled up inside him, he tried explaining it all to someone & they didn't understand or simply ignored it. Or maybe it was just too much for them to handle. He didn't deserve it. He had so much to offer to the world. We don't even try to save these souls. We enter in their lives when we find them new & interesting, we enjoy their company till they start to open up about themselves & then when it gets old, the spark fades away, we simply make them feel like they are a waste of space, that we don't need it in our lives. We treat them like shit & we break their hearts into a million pieces & then we act like we are the victims of their thoughts. This needs to be stopped. If you can't help someone, please don't ruin them either. These souls are in pain, they are fragile & they break so easily you can't even imagine. May he rest in peace.
Чи можливо у кількох реченнях, чи навіть у кількох абзацах описати цілий рік життя? Інколи враження, емоції, події лише одного дня варті, аби їх згадувати і берегти у серці. Основне - бережіть одне одного, дуже складно знайти щось дійсно варте уваги. A ми через свою гордість за найменшої помилки відразу ж відмовляємося від свого.
Щоб жити, треба рватися, плутатися, помилятися, починати й знову починати і вічно боротися. Вчіться прощати і головне цінувати те, що у вас є. А спокій — душевне боягузтво.
P.S це те, що ми втратили в часі, але зберегли в собі.