on my mind this morning was a story o told me yesterday. this girl who went to school with him had moved out and became a pediatrician. one day she went back and killed her parents because she felt they abused her and her brother as children. she got a few years, came out, and went back to school at columbia. later down the road, she ended up killing herself. these types of stories sit with me, because i’m not sure if i believe in free will or not. according to science, life is an anomaly, such a by chance experience. there is a possibility we have no control over anything in this life of ours, ourselves included, which in turn make stories like these despairing.
we all tout ourselves as heroes, but perhaps at times like these we’re all victims.
-ratha, 11:39am, 1.21.19