Dike's Suicide Narrative

The real purpose of every human in this world is to live peacefully and happily before dying. For certain people, in order to achieve this goal and to be fully happy, they need to completely change their lives and start really doing what brings them joy. A famous person whose life illustrates perfectly this situation is Christopher McCandless, the principal character of the book Into the Wild, written by Jon Krakauer. Christopher was unhappy in his life. This is why he abandoned everything related to this unhappiness and started chasing his dream. He began hitchhiking and doing what he always wanted to do: traveling alone. Into the wild suggests that Chris’ story is a quest to find happiness. In the book, this chase of happiness is shown through chapter 16, appeal to emotions and by the ending of the story.

The stench of death hit my nostrils as I opened the door to go inside, which is why I always hated going to the hospital. We waited the fifteen minute queue, until I heard my name from a nurse. I followed the nurse into a small, beige room. I sat down on the examining table, as my doctor walked in. I told him my symptoms, and he did a quick check up. His cold fingers pressed against my lower back. “Breathe in and out.” He said. I did as told. “Slower.” he exclaimed. At that moment, while I was slowly breathing in and out, I could hear a small click every time I inhaled. The doctor looked up and said, “Ahhh, you seem to have pneumonia.” He explained to my mom and I what that meant because we were clueless. After he finished, he told us that if I waited any longer to go to the hospital, he wouldn’t be speaking to me, which opened my mom’s eyes finally. He told me that I couldn’t go to school for at least another two weeks, gave me a school note and my prescription. We left the hospital. My mom dropped me off, and went to pick up the medication. As I lay in bed, I remember thinking about everything that has happened to me in the past two days, and what the doctor told me. Those thoughts were interrupted by the opening of my bedroom door as my mom walked in. She handed me the medication. I swallowed the pills, and fell asleep. The next morning my mom walks in with a stack of papers. She said, “It’s alright if you’re not able to attend class,

The ache in my chest was building, and I felt all of the darkness inside of me build. The pressure was only intensifying and I knew that I had to do something, and quick.

Last years, I was in Iraq, in Baghdad, in my house with my mom and sister. It was a beautiful weather, when the phone rang and my mom answered, immediately the smile became on her face when she heard we would travel to another country. After the phone closed, she came to us and said,¨we will finally travel to United States,let us go to prepare the backpacks, we do not have more time to waste¨these news were amazing, but I became sad that we left my cousin, my friend in Iraq. Next, we prepare to go to the pline, we moved in pline to Ardon, then to Germany, and then to United States. It was a fun trip in airport and also a tired one. Then,

I moved away from my friends and town i grew up in. I thought that moving away well decrease my intelleges and well become a bad influence and depressed. I was already depressed since we started packing, but i tried so hard to hangout has much as possible, they even helped me pack things and get back into my house when i was locked out when my parents left without warning. I was also sad because i broke up with my girlfriend because i was moving, she didn't do long-distance relationships, she’d helped me smile and enjoy life, but it change now. All i say to her was bye and couldn't bare remembering but it was hard to forget something beautiful. My friend surprised me and cheered me up a little and then

Dave was washing his hands, hoping he could get done quick enough to avoid his

Due to the many murders and mistreatment of people, slavery is one of the most horrific event that occurred in American history. However, subjection in the classroom is rarely discussed and that is why the public should be aware of the rape, abuse, malnourishment, and separation of families that occurred during the 1800’s. Having the people aware of the brutality that was given to Africans during the time of oppression can give people an understanding of the horrible things that were done during the 1800’s. It also shows what some people went through just because of their skin color and their race/nationality.

The Purpose of Life Is there a greater meaning to life than just the everyday norm? Babies are conceived everyday and after growing old, they pass away quotidian, in that short seeming time, what are their life’s purpose? In literature, characters often go through adventures to achieve a goal, and after accomplishing their objective, they also achieve happiness along with it. Happiness is something which is not thought out about a lot, but it is a major deciding factor of the quality of our lives. The state of being happy is usually the result of something; forexample, if a person is with their family and are having a good time then they tend.

There’s nothing waiting for me at the top, so I’ll just climb a more challenging rock face. Why? Because it gives me purpose. But why do I want purpose? Because it makes me happy. Using that statement many conclude happiness to be the meaning of life.

Nobody really likes the topic of slavery. Slavery still happens today but nobody notices or they do and just do say anything. Slavery isn’t a good thing in fact it’s the total opposite it’s awful. What makes it worse is that they are using children.

You know, why am I here? Why do I keep pushing and struggling and struggling? What is the point of this? You sit and go "gee, I'm doing notbing with my life and so and so is moving on and doing so many things and here I am just

For the fifth time that night, I walked over to my mom’s bed to see if she was breathing. I felt the relief wash over me when I saw that she was breathing. She had started to slur her words after dinner around six thirty. Judging by my past experiences this meant she popped a handful of her usual pills around quarter to six. There was nothing out of the ordinary for me in the situation. This was every day life for me, the years leading up to my first year of high school. I was fourteen, and I had been taking care of her from what felt like the time I could walk. Little did I know that would be the last night I had to wake up in twenty-minute increments to check on her. When morning came my bags are being packed, confused I asked what was going on? My aunt walked in to the living room and simply said, “you will be living with me.” Just a short phrase changes my life forever on a day I’ll never forget. It was in the

So, a few days, maybe a week or two passed and I still was just holding it all in, with just a few nights where I even bothered to really think about what had happened. I even was at my Grandma's one day, and while she was crying I gave her a hug until she stopped, I just had a sad expression. That’s when anxiety started to hit from just holding it all in and ignoring the feelings. It felt as if there was solid lead condensed down denser than it should ever be, and in my chest I was forced to try and contain it even though it would eventually have to pop. Soon enough it

I hurried to my last class of the day, history. Most kids hate history, but I love it. It seems that I know more about the time in history that we’re studying than my teacher Mr. Southam does. I was thinking about the party my mom was throwing for me, when I was sent flying to the ground, my stuff scattered all over the place.

Life has no meaning if you don't have the urge to wake up the next morning to see the next day. Many people live their lives unhappy since they have no purpose or meaning to fulfill or satisfy their needs. Purpose to me is something to live for and something to look forward to in life. Without purpose and meaning in life there is no point of living at all. Recently in the existentialism unit we’ve been reading, I learned that without a passion to live, one’s life means nothing and is a waste of a soul. Based on the previous books I’ve read, I learned I am happy because I have things to look forward to in life and to wake up the next morning to enjoy the new day. Three elements that give me purpose and meaning in my life are my family, my