In one trip, I was the victim of two delays (three hours one way, two hours return) due to an «accident». This dry administrative wording actually means suicide.
Unfortunately, such sad events become one of the usual life constants. In one trip, I was the victim of two delays (three hours one way, two hours return) due to an «accident». This dry administrative wording actually means suicide. “How long will the delay last? I ask the controller. “Usually we stand for at least two hours because of suicide.” Two trips and each time an «accident» — count as for the entire past month! What is wrong with this world? Especially considering that suicide absolutely does not fit into our progressive era, where people are not only afraid of death, they refuse to even think about it.
- Who knows what awaits us after death?
People try to avoid even the slightest risk. Imagine for a second that grilled meat is full of carcinogens, and the electromagnetic waves of a mobile phone significantly reduce our life expectancy. There is no end in sight to all these facts: similar dangers lie in wait for us everywhere. But on Sunday, we worry about the negative consequences of barbecue — minus a couple of minutes of life? – and on Monday we already throw ourselves under the train. Everything from the fact that although we take care of our health, well-being, vigilantly monitor the improvement of the quality of our life, it turns out to be difficult to control, and over time we are covered with fatigue, all these difficulties put pressure on us and lead to suffering from our own desire to become happier, and in the end all this fuss begins to seem unbearable to us. Feelings of despair can flare up in an instant. Suicide on the railroad tracks has one peculiarity. It does not take place in isolated loneliness with an imperceptible gesture, on the contrary — in front of everyone, in the light of day it becomes a large-scale event. Passengers are delayed, doctors and rescuers rush to the scene, hundreds of people are talking about it, there are notes in the press. Sudden death accelerated life around in just one second. And now the entire railway administration is fussing and worrying. During those two delays, totaling five hours, I did a lot of thinking. First, about this absurd in its formality expression: an accident — which, in fact, is the last event of a person. And why does everyone around keep moving on. Why not have a moment of silence in memory of someone whose suffering has become too much to bear? Then, perhaps, the irritation of the everyday side of what happened will disappear, giving place to the awareness of what happened and sympathy for the person. Perhaps this is just my touching delusion. But without proper attention, this epidemic of accidents will only grow.