The Virgin Suicides
One of the Lisbon sisters says “All we want to do is live… if only someone would let us.”
Why did they kill themselves then?
Maybe their lives were as alive as death, and that they thought mabye there would be no difference.
What?
Maybe dying was the only way they could live, and in so many ways, that is true.
So so very true.
I’ve been thinking a lot about suicide lately. NO, not because I want to kill myself, silly. It’s more of I’m wondering why people kill themselves. Does life really get that hard? Can someone be without enough grace, or love, or laughter, that one would opt to just end it all? I’ve heard stories of heartbroken lovers ending it, bankrupt businessmen choosing the barrel of a gun over humiliation and psycho parents who kill their families before turning the gun on themselves.
Does life really get that hard? Or is it some kind of physical, biological glitch? Is it really because there is not enough serotonin in their system, or a kind of ancient sadness that began with their forefathers? If so, if it is a curse that began centuries ago and was passed on to their children, and their children’s children, and their children’s children’s children, is it one that can be broken? or is it the lack of God and purpose in their lives?
