Suicide and Freedom

Suicide and Freedom

We all are confused. If you are not, you are lucky, or perhaps unfortunate. What is your freedom? To attend happy activities with some drinks, cracks, and sex? Or is it the satisfaction of achievement, progress, and the living itself? If one thinks about his fundamental restraints, he would immediately notice he is never free. But it is not a problem to despair about, so long as he thinks he is happy and content, and reinterpret the freedom as it fits to his thinking.

For some, freedom is different. For some, freedom is not persistence. For some, freedom is omnipotent. For some freedom is ubiquitous. For some, the method to attain freedom is definite. For some in confusion, freedom is to break flee from that very confusion. The indivisible confusion has no remedy available. Freedom then, transforms into the blade of destruction by which outer and inner worlds must be emptied.

It is the love for the innocence, retrogression to the beginning, for which the blade is to be swung down. Destruction, is the freedom we seek. Is it the only savior we know in our hearts, but always reserved under the mask of "existence"? True freedom, is the extrication from the chaos that is the antithesis to the freedom we seek. In chaos one has no chance to find its right place. In chaos one lose the fundamental meaning of being. In chaos we eventually lose ourselves. Destruction, then, with our honesty lights the darkest and forgotten part of our mind. Destruction, puts an end to the existence called life.

Is it so, in the deepest level of our hearts, murder is committed for this yearning for the innocence? Is it for the sake of extrication? What is war? War is the tormented cry and deadly aspiration of the mankind with the empty meanings they fabricate?  Some talked about a war to end all wars. They did not know, and were in denial, that a chaos which ends another chaos, is nevertheless, a chaos.  Only the chaos that ends humanity, is the extrication, which we will not believe. We extend our history of chaos, by replacing one with another, while we glorify our existence in vain. But it is the furthest from the freedom we dream of.

One puts death to oneself. Before that one sentences oneself to death. Long before that one already knew one's fate, for the life was a mere stage for the impending liberation?One thing one knew, was the chaos and confusion are the enemy of the freedom they long.

Life is a gadget. Gadget that is for launching destructive Assault upon itself. Like a ticking bomb implanted in our brain. Impatient ones explodes first, destroying what's around with them. They drag the world with them down the abyssal chasm. The patient ones will, nevertheless, eventually implode, and but will destroy only themselves. Does it matter, the results are the same for both; the extrication is achieved. The freedom was certainly felt at the ecstasy of that destruction. If killing oneself, the existence of which is more certain than that of others, is taking place, what difference  would it make to deprive others of their potential existence? Are we not, for that moment of freedom, born to exist?  Are we not prepared to spread that freedom to those who do not yet to know? Or is there still binding morality that in them seems to have lost any meaning?

However, should we not love the subtlety of the suicide over murder, for the former allows us to live on and think, the meaning of freedom? The meaning of destruction? The meaning of extrication? That allow us choosing on our own decision and understanding the path, which leads to the path of perpetual liberation? Certainly, this understanding is the essential part of the freedom, that defies all laws.