Suicidal Idiocies For Life's Deficiencies - Poem by Bill Darrah
Suicide has such an overwhelmingly sadistic, succumbing seduction when pain seems so severly inevitable to treat or avoid its grip based on our abilities, or lack thereof, to not only recognize much more appealing emotions linked to suicide, but also to discipline the monitoring of our personal thoughts and actions into the seemingly impossible thoughts surrounding the actions of inspirational survival as well as the persevering passion for the ultimate recovery from such severly damaging excuses suicide attempts to create as a self-fulfilling validation for what a pathetic, worthless ambition it has been for you to have lived, to keep living, and to have ambition's true, authentic glory fulfilled only through the joyful, exuberant eternity given to us after death life could only dream about waking up to its never ceasing reality we can't even imagine its existence of until we are dead. In this contradicting sense of our battle between the reality realized every day we continue to live versus the extremely cumbersome, intensely overbearing obscurity of a death that is never realized its depth of reality until it has been finalized in only one day's actions, it seems like such a more profitable ambition to force death's one opportunity for the ultimate glory of your life to take a much more natural, healthier course of action that only life has numerous opportunities for not only securing the glory strengthened by living a life free from obscurity, but also securing the glory strengthened by a much more subdued, peaceful death leading to a much stronger sense of exuberant eternity suicide only seeks to destroy and severely downplay the significant worth of your life before and throughout all of your existing eternity. Live a great life rather than dying every day you could have been alive waiting for death's eventual obscurity validated through your willingness in living a highly fulfilling, significant life others will envy to imitate your life giving example in rejecting Suicidal Idiocies for Life's Deficiencies by indulging in Life's Unbelievably Potential Sufficiencies.
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