“Life is a gift, treasure it”.
So said my mother the day before she took her own life.
Living is like walking on a thin line whilst trying to cross over to the other side of a mountain range… Needless to say, it is a daunting task. And as such, it is impossible to stand straight always, because sometimes one falters, be it mentally or physically. Sometimes one’s legs tire, and rest is needed before continuing onwards. Sometimes one’s courage fails, and it is necessary to muster up determination before carrying on.
A helicopter is circling the mountain-range, capable of saving the tightrope-walkers if needed. It is, however, easier said than done. After all, it is not always apparent that the one who walks the thread of life needs help… My mother was walking with her back straight, telling me that everything was okay, that I need not to worry. And so I feared not to look away… and when I turned my head around again, she was falling heedlessly into the abyss.