Reasons to Live
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Have I ever had thoughts of suicide? Sure. But they were never serious. Mainly just wondering what would happen to me, ceasing to exist; what’s it like? Or would I even cease to exist? I wonder: suicide’s a sin, right? But is it because we quit too soon, we hurt the ones we leave behind, or is it really because those who do so are jumping the gun, finding out before we’re supposed to? Peeking at the present before Christmas. Suicide. Straight shot to hell. Took a shortcut, disqualified from the race. No chance at the real prize. Makes you wonder, huh?
But what if you’re killed, and you’re not ready? If you linger, is moving on a sin?
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