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title: "Frenetic Scribblings #3: One is too many"
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date: 2017-12-04
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The text prompt is menacing today. That little cursor blinking relentlessly. Daring me to say something, when I feel like I have nothing to say.
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I’m sure every other writer understands what I’m feeling. Better than I can write about it, ironically enough. But the whole point of this ‘blogthing’ is I write every day no matter what. So here goes.
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Yesterday came a bolt from the blue.
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*The calm before the storm. Still air, clouds billowing thick as smoke. Twice as dark.*
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*Silence shattered. An explosion of a thousand shards propelled on the sudden wave of sound. The breath the sky had been holding was exhaled in a roar as a peal of thunder tolled out.*
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*It accompanied a jagged finger of lightning stabbing downwards. Vanished as quickly as it had appeared.*
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*Then another. And another. Soon the thunder hammered relentlessly like the strike of an anvil, and blades of light lashed out at the land, cloaked in squalling rain.*
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Yesterday I discovered someone I know took their own life a few days ago.
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I’m ashamed to say I didn’t know them well. But the news still hit like… lightning.
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What does one do, now? How do you go on, without? How do you help others to carry on, in the wake?
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I don’t know.
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I’m not sure I will know. In one sentence, an otherwise mundane line of text on a computer screen, my entire perspective shifted.
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Strange, how death leads to the re-evaluation of life. We weren’t even exactly close, him and I. But now he’s gone. And I won’t ever know him. Freight train of thought.
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This is more than that, though. This is a reminder.
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**One is too many.**
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One suicide is far too many. And yet the actual figure is much higher.
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How? How can we live in a world where people take their lives every single day?
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Not just how. Why?
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I don’t know. And I don’t know what to do about it. Apart from scream ‘why’ — metaphorically, perhaps literally — in hope of an answer.
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Afore the inevitability of tommorow, for some not all.
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> Thought for the day: “Everyone you meet is fighting their own battle, be kind, always” — Unknown |