Have you ever think of death or practically dying as your own choice?
Six months ago I wrote a very sad poem about death. I was contemplating to have one. I don’t know if I am serious but what I generally feels inside that I want to die. Here’s my poem:
DEI
I just woke from a shallow sleep,
I sigh, open the window and take a deep breath.
Yesterday was awning to death.
Desire to die.
Wanting to die.
Forget dreams just die!
Forget family- forget the madness of the world.
FORGET EVERYTHING just die.
I slept like a sleepless drunkard as if I never desired to live.
When sleep has forgotten me I laid my body tired and dream for a
silent death.
I count people on my wake.
I think of people mourning at me.
The fragrance of blossoms.
The tears and laughter of friends,
their receptions and regrets.
My dreams of vivid sunrise and flashes of skies left me growling.
Darkness is gazing the undying emptiness of untenanted space and;
Death is a disturbance that betrayed my wholeness.
They never cease.
Dei in heaven,
You know oh lord you know,
That in a slow afternoon of Sunday,
I grappled hopelessly towards you.
It might be a product of superficial and wrong view over “life” but I don’t want to deal with this factor. The thing that I want to emphasize is this: As a human, we lies into the portion of being vulnerable to experience and wanting death.
According to Sylvia Plath(1932–1963), a blooming American novelist, short story writer, and poet in her controversial poem Lady Lazarus, “Dying is an art like everything else.” Suddenly, four months after she wrote the poem she committed suicide by placing her head in the oven.
Dying is an art.
It might be viewed that death is something beautiful. A masterpiece of dying. It is an art like anything else. Dying is an artistic process which involves the freedom and boundlessness of an art without no foe and restriction. There are many way to die. One dies because of natural death. One because of accident which suddenly occurs without knowing and the other might die because of sickness and infirmities.
Some choose to die. Is it possible that a person is capable of choosing his death? Of course yes! Human are born to be a rational being. We are capable of thinking and reasoning which distinct us from the other lower being. Rationality is acting on reason which accords to the fact of what is true and real. Therefore, there is a rationality of death where a person dies according to his “self determination”. He determines his own death. It is like how Sylvia Plath and other people who committed suicide determined and chose their fate by destroying themselves.
According to a book entitled “Anatomy of Suicide” the causes of suicide can be synthesize in four rational acts.
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Suicide can be a practice to those people who wishes to prevent pain and personal suffering of the body and soul. This includes (1) physical and mental pain like what happened to Sylvia Plath and other people who lose the battle against depression.
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Suicide can be an outcome of man’s courage severely put into a test like what happened to kamikaze pilots during the second world war.
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Suicide can be a vindication of a person’s honor like what a samurai soldier do if he failed in his mission and failed his master.
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Suicide can be a way of sacrificing life to be an example to others.