You Are Never Worthless

Lately, I have been seeing suicide videos on the internet. So I had this sudden thought that, was a life that worthless? Was life that unfair to you and treated you so badly that taking your own life is the only way out? What will you tell God when you are in front of the Judgement throne? Think about it.


See also: The Love of a Father

| Suicide |noun. the intentional taking of one’s own life.

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  • Quick Notes:
  • On average, there are 121 suicides per day.
  • Suicides Rates by Age: In 2015, the highest suicide rate (19.6) was among adults between 45 and 64 years of age. Adolescents and young adults aged 15 to 24 had a suicide rate of 12.5.
  • Suicide Rates by Race/Ethnicity: In 2015, the highest U.S. suicide rate (15.1) was among Whites and the second highest rate (12.6) was among American Indians and Alaska Natives.
  • Suicide Methods: In 2015, firearms were the most common method of death by suicide, accounting for a little less than half (49.8%) of all suicide deaths.

Honestly, I don’t pity those people that are committing suicide. Yes, you might think that I am being hard on this subject but we have to deal with it seriously. We all have the freedom to decide and to express ourselves in a manner we know-how. So taking your own life was your decision from the very beginning. You are alone to be blamed.

See also: No Greater Love

How can you say these things when you aren’t in my shoes?

“Been there, almost done that.” So, I can actually relate to this. Yes, you are not perfect. Yes, you are emotionally unstable. Yes, you don’t have the courage to face this kind of thing. Yes, you are fragile. Yes, you want to escape from reality. Yes, you are S-E-L-F-I-S-H! (wait, what?). Yes! You are selfish! It’s not like your problem was the worst problem one would experience. Think of the people you will leave behind.

We all have had our fair share of struggles and depressions. We all experience pain. There are people on the other side of the globe that is hanging between life and death. People who are begging, praying, and asking God to extend their life. People who never wanted to die in the midst of the bloody Syrian War. People who have Stage 4 Cancers and those who were in a comatose state.

Life is a gift from God. Never say that you are worthless because in God’s sight, we are special; we are important to Him, we are created according to His image (Gen. 1:27) and we are His children (Gal. 3:26).

The Cross became Meaningless. Jesus died on the cross because he loves us. His death became meaningless to those who thought Jesus’ crucifixion is worthless. Always remember that we are all worthy in God’s sight, regardless of anything or any circumstances. Think of this, if we are worthless, then Jesus should have not been crucified. And there should have not been shedding of the blood.

See also: The Writer’s Heart

John 3:16 ESV For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.

You are fearfully and wonderfully made! You are never worthless in the eyes of our perfect God.

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Haunted Misery of Dreyfus

At the age of seven, my eyes were opened to the filth of gratification. It was so obscene that it robbed my naivety. I tried to redeemed myself but to no avail. I got hooked and bonded by the disgraceful deed of my unbecoming.  

At the age of ten, the last gleam of purity was drowned in the abyss. I was enslaved to the carcass of my wretchedness. Romanticizing lust and gusto of my youth. Lewd acts of childishness seeping through my veins. Tingling sensation of unwarranted libido.  

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At the age of fourteen, I have seen so much that I was accustomed to the vulgarity of the trend. The sensation of arousal. The delightful pleasure and the feast of nakedness. I found myself being caught up between the sacrament and perversion.  

At the age of nineteen, I was brought to a new dimension of satisfaction. The Utopia of adrenaline rush that opened a new orifice of excitement. Again did I try to free myself to the carnal fantasies of this world. But my leash was made of palladium of immorality, I was a mess!  

See also: Ode Of A Broken Son

At the age of twenty something, my lecherous heart was fondled by a great lover. It felt so great that for a while, the palpitating tiger was tamed. It was short, shorter than the motion of the ocean. My cravings became more toxic, that I might end up next to a patient with a silent crippling disease.  

At the moment, I reminisce those years of my unbecoming. I fought the battle, but it was just partial, not full. Every night since I was seven, I was haunted by a nightmare. It was grim, it was inducing.  

At the moment, I thought of who I was and what was I made for? I am Dreyfus, your typical neighbor who suffered from a silent misery. I am like you in so many ways. One foot is living in the vanities of life, while the other foot is living in the arcane kingdom in my sanity.  

At the moment, I have settled in my redemptive conscience. But once in a while I am still haunted by the erotic nightmares of my misery. I want to be free!

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