I'd like to think that life has some balance to it,
that if you treat your body like your temple or sth,
hat if you treat other people well, you will live a long happy life,
but what i see is exactly the opposite.
Usualy good people are the sufferers, and bad people are the happy ones.
Those who have have no bad habbits die of some terrible disease.
People walking in the street have no idea that the nature itself is plotting against them,
that cancer and other maladies are just the nature's way to fight overpopulation, pollution and, well, us.
I used to say that I would never even think about suicide,
but now I see that in some cases it isn't such a bad idea.
If I were terminally ill and I knew that soon I wouldn't be able to get out of bed
and would be a burden to my family, I would do sth about it.
Because although family members love the sick person,
they still feel relief when they die, even if they are ashamed to admit it.
So what i'm saying is that I would end my and everyone else's suffering, before it was too late.
I would take some pills, sat down in the balcony and tried to keep the mess to the minimum.
Every time we visit my dad's cousin she tells us a bunch of stories about people who died/are dying of cancer.
Given my cancerophobia no wonder I feel like all of us are going to die some horribly painful long death.
But today we visited her mother who is dying of a btrain tumor and can barely move.
I think seeing her has shaken me pretty badly.