Flat earth

In ancient times, people used to believe that the earth was flat, like a disk, and that if one travelled too far from land then that person would fall off the edge, like in case of a waterfall. When I first assimilated this fact, it reminded me of a coin. It still does. The only difference being, I wasn’t aware of the concept of suicide back then, I mean, I knew what it meant, however, the reasons behind the aforementioned activities were beyond my eleven-year-old grasp. They still are, but I understand, or at least I think I understand where the reasons are coming from, but I don’t think that they justify suicide. 
Now you must be wondering what a coin has to do with suicide. Well, a coin has two sides. When a coin is kept on a flat surface, one of its sides is in the light and the other in the dark, making one bright side and a dark one. Life too is the same. It has a bright side and a dark one. Needless to mention the bright side is one of happiness and the dark one of difficulties. 
Owing to the unpredictability of life there’s no guarantee that one will always remain on the bright side. At times a person is so far into the dark side, that just like in the ancient belief about flat earth, they fall off the edge and into the unknown. Now, these people can be classified into, those who set foot into the dark side willingly and those who have no choice and are pushed into it by the circumstances. No matter what the reason, if these people are not pulled out or if they do not pull themselves out of the darkness, it eats at their insides, hence the person becomes dead inside. All this might seem to be fancy talk, but by dark side I don’t just mean drugs, smuggling, black marketing, and other out of bounds stuff, I mean atrocious stuff like ragging, harassment of all sorts, blackmail, et cetera, that pushes people to take such drastic actions that they wouldn’t have dreamt of in normal circumstances.
It is when the dark becomes so overwhelming and stifling that everything seems dead and lifeless to a person and he has no apparent attachment to the bright side, that he takes the saddening decision of ending his own life. To him, everything is so bleak and spiritless that the light just loses its significance. But, the fact that they forget or the reason for the darkness in their life makes them overlook is that there is still light in the world, it may be far away, but it is there. One just needs to find the rope that will tether them to the bright side and use it to reach it the other side. And that rope is the people who care about us. One forgets that there are people that care about their lives, even if they don’t do that themselves. After all, our heart is part of those we love, and hence, when one chooses to terminate its beating, he chooses to reduce the beats from the hearts of his loved ones as well.
Just imagine, the condition of a single mother when she realizes that her son was being bullied, but cannot do anything, because it’s too late. The plight of a father when he is informed that her daughter was being blackmailed, and instead of embracing him, embraced death. The horror of a little girl when she finds out that she is now an orphan because her mother chose to give in to the pressure of life rather than fight with it. Wouldn’t it be easier to talk about the problem, to ask for help? And if one thinks that they are doing a favour to those around them by ending their own life, let me make it clear, their magnanimity is totally uncalled for. The people who love them would very much prefer that they talk to them and ask for their help. 
I am in no way trying to undermine anyone’s difficulties. No one knows what lies after death and if one is still ready to take that risk and hope that life is better there, then the problem must be excruciating. My point is, why take the risk at all? Why not be a little brave and courageous and find the rope to the bright side? Why not be a survivor and not a victim? 
I hope that everyone finds their rope, stays connected to the bright side and remembers that suicide is not an escape but a tragedy.