if your life isn’t worth living then it’s your responsibility alone to make it worth living

oh. hello. (i walk through the door to the roof) i see you're up here on the roof too. probably looking for some fresh air? (i approach you slowly) or maybe you just want some alone time? in that case, i hope you don't mind sudden company... is this seat taken? (i sit on the edge of the roof next to where you stand) you know, i really do love the city. especially at this time of day. don't you? (i ignore your lack of response) when i was a kid, my family used to visit the city on occasion - you know, for events and stuff - and i'd look out the window of our car and admire the sights. there's something about the architecture that i find so... beautiful. and when the sun is setting or rising and it reflects on the windows, it's like 'ah, yes, this is what heaven looks like.' not that i believe in heaven. do you? (one again, i ignore your lack of response) i've never given it much thought. what happens after death, that is. i mean, other than the sudden crippling existentialism that comes with every quiet night. but that's all just part of the human experience, right? look... i'm not gonna pretend i know why you're up here, standing on the edge of a seven story building but- just know that once you fall, you may never get back up. and i'm sure that must sound awfully appealing to you now but... you never know how many people are actually rooting for you. i don't know your circumstances, i don't know anything about you or your life or what drove you to be here today but i do know that there's light at the end of the tunnel. trust me, i've been there, your life may not seem worth living at the moment but death isn't the only way out. if you live a miserable existence then work towards making it less miserable. and it will get better, i promise. (i stand and hold out my hand to you) so please, step down from there and come inside. it's freezing out here.