I slept a lot today, and have been sleeping a lot over the last few weeks -- which usually results in nights with oddly long hours.
Upon awaking this morning, I didn't expect that my eyes would be opened to something so simple, -- yet complex, as the human mind.
I stumbled across a documentary tonight on a preview channel. Not only did it capture my attention, it captured my heart and soul as well.
"The Bridge" is a documentary on suicides at the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco. I caught the last 30 minutes of it -- but it has been enough to fill my heart eyes with tears, and my heart with sadness.
I've never understood the reason for such a thing, but as I heard from those who had failed their attempts, I was absolutely embittered toward myself for never considering the things that go through those people's heads.
I take things at face value.
As I heard interviews from the friends and family I was struck by how many of them said "he/she was charismatic, good looking, funny.." etc. Face value. It was so incredibly hard to hear how hurt they were at the decisions of their loved one. It pained them to know that their friend felt so lost, that they were of no help in stopping such a decision.
Throughout the half hour watching, a man was shown walking from one end of the bridge to the other, looking over the edge -- looking at cars..
and suddenly, at the end of the film, it shows the man come to his conclusion that he would end his life by jumping over the side.
I've never seen someone die.
It was truly horrifying. I've felt pain before, but the pain I've felt tonight is indescribable.
The closest I've felt to absolutely helpless in my whole life.
I can't help but think of how God feels when people choose to end their carnal life, --- and.. much the same, their spiritual life.
I suppose that tonight I learned to care, to truly care -- and observe. -- because even after seeing the man pace himself across the sidewalks of the bridge,... I still didn't see it coming.
Upon awaking this morning, I didn't expect that my eyes would be opened to something so simple, -- yet complex, as the human mind.
I stumbled across a documentary tonight on a preview channel. Not only did it capture my attention, it captured my heart and soul as well.
"The Bridge" is a documentary on suicides at the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco. I caught the last 30 minutes of it -- but it has been enough to fill my heart eyes with tears, and my heart with sadness.
I've never understood the reason for such a thing, but as I heard from those who had failed their attempts, I was absolutely embittered toward myself for never considering the things that go through those people's heads.
I take things at face value.
As I heard interviews from the friends and family I was struck by how many of them said "he/she was charismatic, good looking, funny.." etc. Face value. It was so incredibly hard to hear how hurt they were at the decisions of their loved one. It pained them to know that their friend felt so lost, that they were of no help in stopping such a decision.
Throughout the half hour watching, a man was shown walking from one end of the bridge to the other, looking over the edge -- looking at cars..
and suddenly, at the end of the film, it shows the man come to his conclusion that he would end his life by jumping over the side.
I've never seen someone die.
It was truly horrifying. I've felt pain before, but the pain I've felt tonight is indescribable.
The closest I've felt to absolutely helpless in my whole life.
I can't help but think of how God feels when people choose to end their carnal life, --- and.. much the same, their spiritual life.
I suppose that tonight I learned to care, to truly care -- and observe. -- because even after seeing the man pace himself across the sidewalks of the bridge,... I still didn't see it coming.