When all else fails...

Why is it that someone can feel so helpless that they feel the only way out is to take their own life?

What does that say about our society?  What are we doing wrong?

But I do get it, because I've been there.

There are times when life is cruel.  There are times when you feel completely helpless.  There are times when it seems the world has abandoned you.  We can only handle so much.  There comes a point when taking yourself out of the picture seems to be the best option.

It's not easy to find the courage and motivation to keep going.

But it's even harder to not.

A young man chose to leave today.  I didn't really know him, but we've met once or twice at various events.

I want to say he has it all, and I can't imagine what could possibly have been so bad for him that he chose this path.

But that is incorrect and an unfair thing to say.  Because you never truly know what's happening in people's lives.

RIP...and prayers for the family.

Ten years

Saw a post from a friend today marking her second anniversary.  In the same post, she noted that it was also the tenth anniversary of when she met her significant other.

It's amazing how time flies.  I've always thought ten years is a long long time, but when I look at the date, I realize how fast it's gone by.

And how little I've accomplished.

Ten years ago I graduated from high school.  Ten years ago I started university.

What's left from high school?  I guess my awards and plaques make a statement, but the real thing that remains is a few good friends which I think will last for life.  This, I cannot be more thankful for.

What's left from first year university?  Not much.  I guess I was never really close with anyone from that time of my life.  Even the education part is gone, as I'm no longer in that field anymore.

Ten years on, what have I accomplished?  Two degrees and the letters CPA, CA.  But what meaning does this have?  This is all superficial in some ways.  It's all for the purpose of making a decent living.  Other than that, I'm not sure what the point is.  (Clearly, I do not love this job as much as I should.)  There are other things in life that I treasure more, but it seems my time and attention hasn't been put there enough.

From 18 to 28.  A lot of things have changed in ways that I never would have imagined possible back then.  I guess what matters most is can I say that I'm a better person than I was then?  To the world, perhaps I can say yes.  But in front of one person, I dare not.

The idea of "ten years" makes me feel ashamed......