Thoughts of Salvin

  I have always been fascinated with death. I wouldn’t describe it to be in a morbid sense, in fact, I am anything but morbid. For reasons I myself am not aware of, I see death as something of beauty and extremely exciting, and not the contrary, upsetting and dark thing that most people fear. As a child I was thought of as weird to not get upset, or be fearful, of death. People were even awed by the fact that I did not cry at my own mother’s funeral and was too busy tending to the guests. As I experienced life, I felt that suicide seems to be the solution for mainly people who are “GOOD” (I mean, how many stories have you heard of where pedophiles, rapists or murderers committing suicide, do you?). Suicides are mainly committed by “TORTURED” people. Another thing that I have been skeptical about is mental illness. I’m not saying it doesn’t exist, I absolutely believe it does. But I can’t help but feel that since there are actually no actual cures for depression, bi-polar and other ...