On Death...

I just read a post from a friend's Facebook wall.

It was a story about two people who were deeply in love but were constantly separated by many factors - cliques, norms and families. The story mainly revolved around their secret affair which started as innocent as a baby's first word and ended up with something as painful as death, Romeo and Juliet style. Their love was taboo not because their parents were rivals but of the fact that they were both girls.

Today, there has been an ominous notion that somehow homosexuality is acceptable. Most people would agree to it but I know for sure that there will always be people against it. It's not that things have to have pros and cons but the fact that people have their own views - their own stand about matters - makes the partitions.

I don't have anything against gay people. I think it is courageous of them to let their colors out and not be afraid of what people might say. Facing the music is the toughest thing anyone can ever do and to step up to something that people are not accustomed to is just a start.

The part that I did not agree in the story was that they committed suicide. Romeo and Juliet's case was kind of forgivable because they did not know of each others plans - a simple misunderstanding - but the in the story that I just read, they were aware and I really believe that they knew what they were about to do was wrong.

People who look at death as an excuse to escape from a certain dilemma that they think can never be solved greatly disappoint me. Death, to me, is a gift. It is what He gives you when He knows you've done what you have to do in this world. And, to abuse that gift is just wrong. I strongly believe that people who think about death or attempt to achieve it do not even deserve to die. They have not proven their worth and so they cannot be entitled to such an amazing gift.

Moreover, the person who dies does not entirely suffer in the endeavor. It's the people who love him/her who do. They hurt more than what the dead could have gone through and, from experience, it would be very hard for them to picture a world where a loved one is missing.

I might offend some people with what I just said but what I had said is just my opinion. And I think I'm entitled to one.

Until next time...