On my way through the graveyard, I crossed a hillock and into a courtyard, and came upon a cenotaph with a story chiseled upon its face. It said: “Here beneath this stone, the only remembrance of a haunted soul, once a human man, who could no longer bear the suffering we inflict on each other in so many ways. Forgive this poor human who has escaped his own life”. I stood for a moment wondering at how great the pain to make a man forgo this life not knowing if there was anything better beyond or anything at all.

Sooner or later, we discover that we are master of our own life.