Freedom to me was anyone who wasn't behind bars. I decided to act right in order to remain free. But with age for most of us comes wisdom.
Ȋ̝̊̅ could place accidents, illness, old age, wars, assassins, but not suicide. Ȋ̝̊̅ asked like most of you did, "why would anyone kill his or herself"? Knowing Ђδω hard i† was to as much as inflict myself.
Then I was introduced to heartbreak in my quest for ℓ♥√ع . Failure - too bitter a pill to swallow. Meals weren't 3-square, sadness gave me a cold pat. Death prove i† had a right to my ℓ♥√ع one and I had wailing to comfort me. Crippled by fear; I never knew life could be so uncertain.
Now I know τ̣̣ђё real imprisonment is not being behind bars of iron nor τ̣̣ђё shackles on our feet but τ̣̣ђё virtual ones created by τ̣̣ђё perception of our minds which is τ̣̣ђё probable culprit for most suicide (deliberately terminating anything precious) - taking your life, failure to believe in your dreams, lose faith in yourself, refusing to try again, inferiority complex, refusing to face your fears... Etc.
Never had this pure words made much meaning - People with their minds set on you, you keep completely whole, steady on their feet, because they keep at i† and don't quit. Isa 26:3 (MSG)
