I am reading through ‘Wild Stories’, an anthology of travel articles published in ‘Men’s Journal’. One of the stories I read was about a guy named Guy Waterman. He was a hiker, a band player, and lived in a mountain place with his wife. One day he comes to his wife and says that in the course of winter he will go up to the mountain and he will end his life up there, by freezing to death in cold. The author notes that he was afraid of facing old age with all the diseases. As with other aspects of his life, he meticulously planned it and implemented it. I thought it was cool! Isn’t the ultimate control that one can have over their life by pinning down the day in which they are going to die? What he did appealed me, especially with all the heart-aches in personal life and unhappiness in job. It would mean that there is an event on which I have a control. I thought I should do it.
However, the more I thought about it, it doesn’t fit into my personality of ‘not-being-a-quitter’. I have gone through troubles, pain and sickness, but in all of that I have come through stronger than before. It is true I am heart-broken in a never before way and there is nothing motivating in my life. Can that be an excuse for quitting? May be I will think different if I was in Guy’s shoes. But for now, even with all the bruises, Guy stands outside my world.