Since my last attempt to kill myself I started to ask myself a question when I feel going down that path again: what things would I've missed out if I have succeed in dying a year ago?
And honestly, it changed me. My whole perspective of life encountered a motivation. The things my eyes saw, my ears listened, my mouth said, my skin felt.
It's not a enough, though, because life always seems to be hard when is lived in present, but is definitely better when is watched from the future, at least now it is.
