Hello, Mr Finch

Hello, Mr Finch.

Yes, I am writing this letter to you, that character from one of the novels that I've just finished reading.
Should I reveal your full name?
Well, since I'm afraid that what I'm going to write contains a major spoiler to the stories.
So I think just 'Mr Finch' would be better, okay?

I'd like to say thankyou, Mr Finch, for sharing your stories with me.
Although it's pretty clear that it's a fiction one, I still thank you though.

You. And your suicidal.
I honestly don't know what to say since I clearly oppose the idea of suicide.
We were given this life with its amazing encounters, countless choice, endless possibilities,
but sometimes . .
sometimes, we think we have no choice, we think life lose its meaning, we think no one notices our existence,
we think in our worst moment, when the devil's lurking - consuming - our mind.

You make me understand what you've been through, Mr Finch.
You make me understand how society, families, friends, play an significant role on your suicidal.
But no matter how difficult it is - how it feels as if your surroundings hand you the knife to kill yourself -
ultimately, you still have a choice to throw it away.
So why surrender?

Because it's such a pity for you to give up your precious life just because other people,
is it so difficult to love yourself?



Xoxo,
a girl who think that you-suicidal-people-are-the-most-selfish-people.