He told me he believed in reincarnation, so if he killed himself it wouldn't really be a big deal. He said sure people would miss him for now, but they'll all meet again in the next life.
I said to him that wasn't the point. Then I asked him why he was so eager to die and move on to his next life.
This one sucks, he said. I cause more problems then I do good. I can't handle what's going on at the moment, so I just want to go, he explained.
In response, I asked him if he liked watching movies. He gave me a skeptical look and replied with an uncertain yes.
Then I asked him if he ever watched a movie that had a horrible beginning but an outstanding ending.
He said yes.
Then I said, so what if that movie had a sequel, and you decided to watch it. Afterwards, you decide that one movie is better than the other.
Still confused, he said okay and asked me what the point of it all was.
I told him to think of his life as a movie. Sure right now it sucks, but it could become your favorite movie but you'll never know if you just turn the movie off. In the next life you'd never be able to know if this one truly is better then the previous.
He sat there dazed for a couple minutes, and his eyes teared up and droplets of water soon trickled down his face. He hugged me as tight as he could, and now it's been almost two years later. His movie isn't over, and neither him nor I see it ending anytime soon. He's been enjoying himself too much.
To anyone reading this, be your own director. Don't take orders about your life from anyone other than you, and don't cut your movie too short. Let it drag out, full with details and excitement and boredom and anything else you can imagine.
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