The best way to soften hard times? I don’t know.
They say, living is hard, but dying is harder. And I can’t figure out how dying is harder than living. With death, you don’t have to worry. (Of course, those who are left behind bear the agony and multiple-layered suffering.) With life, you think every detail of it – from eating to commuting to relaxing. Everything is just too much for one’s sanity.
For Catholics, ending one’s life is a serious sin. But would you really care if you are already at the edge of falling? If the curtain of life starts to close (like what happens when a contestant does not impress judges in Got Talent shows), then nothing could get in the way to stop it.
Hard times are literally and figuratively difficult. I can only do much to prevent its harshness.
How interesting that I’m reading this while over at Qualcomm Stadium an expected crowd of 60,000 is filing into the stadium for a memorial service to Junior Seau, a former professional football player who ended his life a little over a week ago. I believe he was Catholic, too, if I remember correctly.