Our life is very short, and very simple.
It was a long stressful day at the office. As we were about to leave, she asked her office mate and dear friend to soothe out the knots of the tired muscles in her neck. I remember her weary eyes and her voice that made me sense a huge lump in her heart. While her friend was gently massaging her neck, she asked her: "do you ever wish you could die now?"
I noticed how her friend slowed her touches and took a deep sigh. "We live in a bubble"
We got used to having all the necessities of life in a way that it never occurred to us, people actually die in their hope to find these things. Things like: food, shelter, feel of security and warmth.
If "we" the people who have everything, choose to give up on life for the smallest problem we have. How many times do those lacking life necessities think of death?