Hearts and bandages

A girl took her life yesterday. I didn’t know her. But I still feel uneasy and unhappy, because I wished I knew her, so that I would be able to grieve for the loss of her life. The only thing that I can do now, from here, is feel sorry for her closest family and friends.

Last month I watched Let the right one in. It’s a movie based on a book of the same title by John Ajvide Lindqvist. I still haven’t got the courage to pick up the book and read it. But still, I bought it. Let the right one in is about vampires. But not only that. It is about the willingness to sacrifice lives for your beloved one.

One might think

• Life is full of choices and possibilities. Wrong. Life is full or requirements. The choices you get are the decisions you don’t want to make.
• Life is nothing. Wrong. Taking a life of a useless person would still leave at least one or two other people grieving for the deceased.
• Life is nothing beside your beloved one. Depends on who the answerer is. I can’t kill. I left a cat to die and I’m never doing it again.
• Life is gained from hard work and equal trade. Wrong. Hard work pay, but not as much as we wish for. And there is no equal trade. When life is taken, it is gone. Poff. Forever.
• Life is tough. Correct. Life is really tough. Really, really tough. Life is so tough that we can’t stand it. But life also goes on.

Hope you’ve learnt something.