Questions

He stood at the ledge looking down. There was his freedom. At the bottom was his happiness. The end of his loneliness.

Doubts started arising in his mind. What if he survived? Then there would be more unhappiness. More pain. What if he died and there was nothing at the end? What if the Christians were right, and he never went to heaven because he committed suicide? But this wasn’t suicide, the was release. This was freedom and happiness. What if the Buddhists were right, and his spirit was reborn in another body? Then the pain and suffering would start over again.

Dammit! Why did this have to be so hard? He’d been prepared for this moment, hoping for this moment for so long now. Why did he doubt it now? Too many questions, not enough answers. His mind started reeling. He felt dizzy. Taking a step away from the ledge, he fell to his knees. What was stopping him? Why was he feeling fear? Was it possible that he was afraid of death?

Too many questions, not enough answers.

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