The Suicide Note on FB.

There comes a time where depression can get the best of you. At that moment, you might end up getting yourself into a huge mess, maybe even by accident. You might end up losing friends, loved ones, and the worst, yourself. At my point of view, as a man who seeks optimism at every little opportunity and incident, I know how depressing can life be. When it turns into that corner, there isn't be much to be done, but to say "Look at the bright side," fingers crossed, hoping for a change to occur somewhere in between. After all this you begin to ponder, what's the point? Why keep feeling this when you have the opportunity to not feel at all? Why the hell not?

The answer to that question lies in itself. The opportunity to not feel at all would mean the loss of a variety of what makes us human; emotion. But how do we seek this opportunity? Death, the one word says it all. In order to portray death, one must come to a conclusion of his or her life, be taken by accident or let time take it's toll. Fascination on such a portrait can be seen in media, whereby death and murder seem to be everything that we read about, everything that we want to read about. When does change occur, and HOW?

One man answered that question, with an answer that almost shook the grounds of the earth. The answer actually involved 1/3 of the world; the internet. Facebook was a social network, nonetheless, a website where jobless people find jobs, where the ugly meets the beautiful, where envy turns into anger, where LOL turns into LMAO and where everything goes up and swell while being watched. This man managed to turn heads from all over the world with his depression and sadness. With nothing. 

All that he had was depression, sadness, regret, a broken heart, an empty soul, everything that had nothing. It maybe hard to understand, but coming to the extremes of naming yourself in the Internet world can't be such a good idea. Yet he did, and he had no chance of witnessing the reaction of them who actually know his story. This man did nothing but complain in his days on the Internet. Complain about his life, his love, his job, his car, his mom, his dad etc etc etc, until one day, he snaps.

The decision he took was harsh, but it became monumental, a phenom. That would be the first time anyone would ever have the chance to witness a portrait in the making. The amount of sadness, tears being cried, anger being thrown, portrayed into words by he himself on a simple note. He would never get the chance of witnessing the chance that he made, single-handedly. 

If you are still wondering, let me make this simple. His broken inner feelings took over his sensitive heart, the amount of pain and suffering he went through to hide all that. Imagine a small pocket being filled with nothing but sand. It may look easy at first, but how much sand can you pour? Enough for it to blow up? He did the same, he blew up. He lost his life that night. 

All it took was that one note that he wrote, to turn heads and to help people witness the magic that he created from his death. The one note that said it all, the portrait of his depression, the reflection of his sad and heart-broken self being. That one note said it all, his suicide note.