Dear G:
Really?
I mean... seriously?
I’ve just finished reading your words. Now this crazy tear sits inside of me. It lingers here... blurring my vision... but I refuse to cry. Now this same tear is threatening to form a gray cloud over my right eye until it mimics some emotional cataract. Always hate it when that happens.
Your thinking is obviously misguided and splintered, and yet your words were clear. Your intentions sounded so decisive and methodical, as if you were standing at this last chance terminal, finalizing your flight plan.
G, trust me... final is a very, very long time, my friend.
I am so sorry that the trip you’d planned and all those arrangements you’d made didn’t pan out the way you’d imagined… especially after you’d hoped and written and prayed that it would. I am truly, deeply, seriously sorry that this person you profess to love, ignored your pleas, refused to even see you, or answer your emails or respond to your texts or take a single one of your desperate calls. I am sorry that you’ve allowed someone else the power to make you feel so meek and small and so damned unnecessary. I am sorry that your efforts were all for naught.
I could say that this is THEIR loss. But I fear that, being in the place you are, you won’t really process this reality or even hear me, now.
G… please know this: When it’s real, when it’s actual, alive and thriving and factual, Love is a Verb; an all-consuming verb. It doesn't play cruel games, ignore or abuse you, or kick you in your gut. Love doesn’t ridicule or crush your spirit. It doesn't hurt or fuck you in some deeply wounding way.
Love is supposed to support you, hold you…. and LIFT you up!
Love is supposed to produce a feeling in its hosts “so High…" your “shoes are scraping the sky”… remember?
But Love, The Real Deal Stuff, doesn’t truly exist if it isn’t reciprocated. Yes, that’s a rough and mad tough pill to swallow, my friend. Yes, it may hurt like all hell, but I swear, it’s true. So what you thought was Love, was, in fact, a joyful memory, a past-life experience, an illusion, or some beautiful dream you’ve retained in your heart.
It doesn’t mean you are not worthy of Love, because you most definitely are worthy. Please know, you ARE worthy of REAL LOVE! This episode simply means that *this thing* this experience, this one-sided emotionally fanatic thing you’ve somehow miscomputed and mislabeled as “love” was not destined to bloom, or flourish or endure for the entirety of your journey.
But... guess what? This Too Shall Pass.
I’m also very sorry that the reunion with your estranged father fell through. I am sorry that your dad chose to spend time with the “beloved” brother, instead of you. Sad. This too is HIS loss. If you have been made to feel as if you’re unloved or loveless, then that is deeply unfortunate. But it also happens to be a blatant untruth.
So now… what? You want to punish those people who’ve hurt you, ignored you; who've chosen not to honor you with their love?
The truth is, your demise might sting some, might hurt others, MIGHT cause a few to grieve you, for only a minute or two. And… then what? You’re gone, and their lives will continue to go on.
I fear you haven’t truly THOUGHT this thing through, my friend.
And what about your son, and his family? You want them to suffer, too? Do you really think leaving them a few things, articles and your precious computer will soothe them through your eternal absence?
What about the friends who’ve offered you help and guidance, Light and Laughter and Love through your consistent episodes of pain? Do you want to spit in our faces, too?
What about those times when the sun shines brightly, and a smile comes into your heart and it crosses your face, and for no reason, you experience what can only be described as a Good Moment? Do you want to destroy those Good Moments, too?
What about the Spirit in you, the one who believes in The Creator... what are you really saying to Him? Are you saying that He Made Some Tragic Mistake in Creating you? Life is rough. It isn't for sissies. Are you, by this foolish intention, stating that you’re not worthy of a full and authentic Life, lived with zest and JOY, heartache and pain?
Truthfully, G, regardless of the few Donny Hathaways and Don Cornelius’ of this world, I really don’t believe suicide to be a natural part of our DNA. We have known Real Tests of The Human Condition: centuries of indignities, kidnapping, and slavery, centuries of systemic emasculation, physically, mentally and spiritually, and still most of us somehow survived without the terminal crutch of suicide.
But *heartbreak* and heartbreak alone is enough to do YOU in?
How Deeply and Sadly and Tragically Un-resilient of You!
Your sensitivity sometimes enlightens me... but your weakness only frightens and defeats me.
I would like to Believe that you are so much STRONGER than this, G. You are a Spirit-filled, God-fearing Being. You are, and you have been, a Light and a Beacon of True and Luminous Inspiration. And so, should you choose to selfishly snuff out that light, everything you ever said, everything you ever stood for will forever ring of fraudulence and dishonesty.
Should you snuff out that beautiful Light, you will truly know Hell, and NOT some sacred peacefulness you only imagine that other plane will be.
You need to remember this: What Doesn’t Kill Us… does in effect Make Us Stronger!
You need to know that the Sun sets... but it does indeed rise again.
You need to realize that suicide is a foolish and permanent solution to a temporary problem.
You need to always remember that as long as you are breathing, life can change, do a 180, and you will bear witness that: This Too Shall Pass.
You need to know and to put into daily practice, this, my friend:
ALWAYS BELIEVE that something WONDERFUL is about to Happen. And then, from the jaws of human suffering, reach down deep within... and...
Snatch JOY!
That’s it. That’s all.
I Love You.
Choose Life!
One.
LMR
P.S. Now I’ve all these crazy tears inside my eyes. Yo! Imagine that! Me. Crying over your tragic black ass! Guess I must be one of those people who actually feels that you matter in this world, G.
*Ponder* that, my friend.
One Love.
Lin
10 comments:
Oh, my gosh...You blew my mind with this. I read somewhere that Buddists believe that anyone can take their lives, because its their life to take. I used to believe in suicide. But after many years on this planet, I can tell you that if you focus your life on people, rather than the love of God and yourself, you are truly doing yourself an injustice. Once, you know God, you know that someone loves you unconditionally. No-one person should be worth taking your life over. Life is just full of struggles & we must keep moving, moving, moving. Your friend had a friend in you. It's so sad that he could not look toward those that loved him & only focused on the bad.
Wow. Great words of love, Lin. I hope your friend can feel the love.
This was very beautiful and so sincere. I really hope and pray your friend listens. I would.
Nice post.
Suicide is such a selfish act. Someone has got to be there to clean up after it's over.
WOW!
It's hard to know what drives a person to this point. I pray your words are what he needs to lift him up and I pray that he finds that hope and peace that passes all understanding, that feeling of self worth, that feeling of a warm hug reaching out to hold him. I pray for you as well, for strength my friend.
They say Henry Ford said that of his cars you could have any color that you wanted as long as it was black. I think that's called a Hobson's Choice where you can have the one or nothing at all. I guess that life is like that; you can have the one that you have and the pain and the joy and the possibilities that come with it or you can have nothing at all. Like many others I've made that choice at least once in my life and I hope that your friend will be made aware of all of his possibilities and the good things that he has now and make the right choice for him.
I suppose that the threat of suicide is a selfish act. Done by someone who is desparate for love but doesnt recognize it when he/she sees it.
It's selfish in that they want something from someone who isnt able to give it. The threat will not squeeze blood from the turnip.
We have to not look to a mere human being as the place where love resides, because sometimes love isnt in the person, or they cant express love the way someone expects it to be expressed.
I pray that your friend cries out to God - and listens intently and as long as it takes for His answer. God's love will answer him.
Bless you, Lin for being a friend.
My emotions are all over the place and it is primarily because on this entry and the music playing the background of your blog. Deep my brotha very deep.
What a very deep posting. Hope your friend feels the love. You're a good friend . It is such a permanent solution to temporary problems.
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