A simple loop of rope. It may be unextraordinary to most, but to a few is is magical.
To a select few the loop of rope is a doorway to a dreamy, heavenly, wonderland.
A place where they are free from the bleak, repetitive, and degrading world they currently dwell within.
This loop of rope, and what some see in it, creates an urge.
An urge that, for some, is very hard to fight.
The urge to abandon this world and join the one through the looped rope.
Some lose the will to fight the urge.
Some dive into that magical wonderland, full of color; leaving behind their simple woes.
And we mourn them.
We mourn those who make the leap through the looped rope.
Do we mourn them for ourselves?
For the fact that they have found their freedom from this desolate, colorless world?
For the fact that they are now happy, on the other side of that looped rope?
For the simple fact that we shall never see them again?
Are we truly that selfish?
Or,
Do we mourn them for the knowledge that they never had to opportunity to truly see the vibrancy of this world?
That this world, which they felt so bleak and colorless, is actually even more beautiful than the one they left for?
That, in making the choice to leave this life for the one they saw through the noose, they shall never see how beautiful this world can be?
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Thoughts of a Girl
ContoThis is a compilation of thoughts, experiences and feelings I have. Not all stories are true, as is obvious with Choices, many of these stories are either a metaphor for my thoughts and emotions, or exaggerated to further portray my point. Each ch...
