I haven’t been around for a couple of days. I’ve been ailing. I’m still not cooking on all four burners, but feeling a little better, thank you. It’s a good thing, too! My family couldn’t take much more.
I admit it. I’m a terrible sick person! I feel good most of the time and enjoy my life so much that when I don’t feel up to par, I get a little cranky. Just don’t have the time to waste! There's a lot to do and not an overabundance of time left to accomplish it. So when I have to take a few days off, it makes me angry!
I don’t even like to waste valuable time going to bed at night. It’s usually at least three a.m., but most often, four when I pull the covers over my face and give up for a few hours.
I know what you’re thinking: “No wonder you’re sick; you need sleep!”
I know, I know! I'm gonna change one of these days.
I often ponder about how short life is. And how precious! Someone very close to our family who seemed to have everything to live for, was alone one night, phoned her only sibling, discussed her unhappiness for a while and then put a gun to her head and pulled the trigger. She was forty-three years old. What a sad waste of life! A permanent solution to a temporary problem, suicide.
We all feel overwhelmed by difficult emotions or circumstances sometimes. People who attempt suicide are often trying to get away from a life situation that seems impossible. But most people can put their problems in perspective and find a way to carry on.
So why does one person try suicide when another person in the same situation does not?
Any comments on this subject?