Life is such a fleeting thing, and it's not until you lose someone you never thought you would lose that this really hits you.
A friend of mine took her life yesterday. I can't say we were close, but it still hit me really hard. I put myself in the shoes of her older sister, and the flood of feelings that hit me were really strong. I can't imagine what it would be like to lose my younger sister like that. I would be absolutely crushed and unable to function. I don't know what I would do. Anger, sadness, and an emptiness would fill me.
The rise in teen suicide these days frightens me.
Has life really become so awful that you can't just push on? I am no stranger to grief, a friend to sorrow, and a companion with misery, but still, I can see the light beyond the skyline. Life gets hard, and sometimes it looks like it's never going to get better, but is suicide really the only option? What is so incurable in life that makes it unworthy of living?
I suppose I might just be bitter about the whole thing because of those thoughts.
But this lead me to a choice about my platform for the scholarship pageant I am competing in. I want to somehow incorporate realizing one's true beauty in the prevention of teen suicide. Right now that's really broad, but I've got some time to figure things out. I think it's an important topic and issue in the lives of the people of my city right now.
Life is beautiful, and the sun shines brightest after the harshest storm.
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