I don’t understand suicide. It’s awful, it’s terrible, it doesn’t leave a trace.
Yet, it’s a message of failure.
Failure of the system, of the society as a whole, failure of the circle of support that should be resembled by family and friends.
Failure to notice.
Today a person I once met committed suicide and it’s terrible.
I’m sad, even though we weren’t really friends, but I’m even more sad because he was young, less than 30yo.
I don’t know the “WHY”. Even when we do know the “WHY” from people who left some notes, we still don’t know “how was it possible”.
Because if we know, we could’ve stopped it.
When I think about suicide I always think that it’s linked to one fact: Belonging and opportunities.
The sense of belonging to this world and the people around us, to have a place, is critical for our well being. We do take it for granted if we don’t have problems, but it’s a dealbreaker.
It changes how you feel in the world itself.
Opportunities on the other sides are some form of hope. If you think you still have opportunities (to change, to create, to build), you would conclude that it’s not worth it to die, you can defer it and try to change things.
At that age the world is your oyster. You have infinite opportunities, your brain is active, you can learn anything you want, change jobs, change life.
If you don’t see those opportunities though, it’s harder.
Yet we are gifted with thousands of opportunities, options available to us at no cost and only one requirement: The courage to take a leap.
Opportunities are rarely “near” us. They’re not “easy or fast”. They need some leap of faith to get there, and some time we fail anyway.
But when we don’t, well, in those times it’s when our life changes.
Because we only need one good opportunity to change our life.