i just finished a brainstorming meeting which lasted for about two hours. it was a creative team meeting to develop a multimedia presentation for the topic "why the world is lonely?"
the main subject was about friendship. it was in response to the 7 highschool students that commited suicide last week. 7 students who could be alive right now if only they had someone to talk to. 7 young men who could be at home doing what regular teenage boy do if only they had someone to listen to them. our team leader felt that he needed to talk about the value of friendship, being the person, the friend for someone who desperately needed someone.
in this day and age its not very difficult to be alone. you might be in the middle of a crowd but deep inside your alone. personal connection is getting less and less because of work and the need to earn money. if only you can buy personal genuine connecton. suddenly, i remembered my friends while we were discussing the presentation. i remembered those that i used to hang out with. i remembered those faces whose name has slowly escaped my memory as i go on with my daily life. i remembered. i was out of words at what crossed my mind.
i asked myself have i lost a friend because i had no time for them? do i know someone who resorted to commiting suicide because he/she felt no one was there for him or her? i was surprised to be involved in the meeting earlier much less leading the discussion. but what really hit me was the fact that what we discussed was true. those seven kids would still be alive if their friends were real friends. i dont want that to happen t me. i want to be there for my friends. i want to be involved.
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as i go along the conduit of memories left by my recent past, i can't help but admit that i have gone through the same phase. perhaps i am still here, not because i was strong but because i was weak, too frail to fall on the pit of the Dark Night.
i never heeded to that immediate call. i do not concede that it was the right choice nor am proud that i did not fall.
the thought still lingers once in a while. in those moment where it seemed i am encapsulated in a vacuum, void of the accurate senses and inderminate of what is real.
it was more than just solitary isolation.
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