That is how it is

Well, my friend, I guess I should say that you shouldn’t have done this and that life is the most precious gift, if I were someone who consideres that one’s opinion should match the majority’s. But I am not that kind of person and have no retention to admit that existence can often be unbearable and excruciatingly painful, and so we have the right to put an end to it in an unusual and seemingly against nature way, by which I do not mean that we should take such desperate action whenever something petty or hurting affects us, yet the truth is that it happens, meaning that it is another cause of death, although rare and banished by religions as contradicting the universal laws, which isn’t true, for we, humans, have the ability to forestall potential threats, which has become a hindrance more than an asset, being the source of fictionalized, psychological suffering and anxiety. That also grants us a permanent, unfaillable mod to escape torment, and it is relieving to believe that we have it at our disposal, ready to use at any time, regardless of the fact that it is viewed as a cowardly decision.

I won’t mourn you, because it is meaningless; nothing can bring you back to this absurd dream called life. Unfortunately, all the rationalizing done before fails to console me completely. And I regret that you could not manage to understand that the beauty of existence lies in its apparent glacial coldness in which only you can insert joy by treating it as an illusory game in which a lot more things are permitted than we feel at first glance. Yet I cannot help but notice the fact that your reaction is the product of all the events preceding you and me, so...