So many of us find the same word for it, home. With such different backgrounds, reasons for being here, and everything, maybe the deepest connector in the world is recognising the right to exit. It requires breaking the most feared taboo.
I've been sort of lucky that my friends are more or less pro-choice even irl, but most of them so with a caveat.
It was pretty hilarious. I sort of said goodbye to a couple of friends (but not telling them when exactly or how I will leave). One of them was respectful and loving as they always have been. With the other it went like this:
-Mock.
-Stop mocking because I don't rise up to it.
-Respect and try to think of a final act that could change my circumstances, according to my wish, not what is 'correct'.
-Give in to woo and try to convince me to 'go beyond the constraints of mind'. Hello, there is nothing beyond the mind. You're basically telling me to deny myself simply because I shouldn't make anybody uncomfortable.
-Throw in a pinch of 'you have things to do yet'. Of course I do, never said I didn't. Just decided not to do them.
-Aand the best bit, 'you will die anyway, why don't you give it a go?' It is woo clutching at you with its last might to wrench control of your death from you and turn it into something you will do when you are completely defeated.
If I chose to live at all, it would be with the sole purpose of fighting woo tooth and nail.
