Religion is blind.

"I don't know what makes sense anymore."

3,2,1, Let's go.

Holidays is almost over, that means my netbook will be back in my hands soon. Yay.

I have no idea, but there are a few who find my slight...comtempt? No, too strong. Slight dislike..(and it's only very slight) for religion. It's not that "oh, it's a cult, run, RUN" it's more of "Well. I didn't like it years ago, so why should anything change, now?". Maybe I'm wrong about myself. But it would seem that I'm not going to be part of any religion anytime soon. So apologies for any rude jokes, but maybe I'm just ignorant.

Religion leads onto the topic of suicide. Now, it's not anything about me wanting to/contemplating TO, rather, contemplating the complex situation someone thinking about it has now gotten themselves into. First, I understand if people don't want to read this, fine, but for those who do, know now, that it's interesting but somewhat morbid. Ah, such is me.

Foremost, is how the prefix Sui- comes about. I have no idea either. Though, I'm sure all you History buffs know what the suffix -Cide means, so I don't need to elaborate on this bit.

Secondly is the religious aspect (Now, tell me with a straight face you didn't see that coming.). Traditionally (?), suiciders have no place in Heaven because they have put their life in their own hands and not the hands of whatever God there is. Thus, Christians will not allow them to be buried on hallowed ground. Which is the traditional land on which people are buried/Cemeteries. But I'm not quite too sure, please correct me. Being Atheist, hallowed ground has little significance to me, but maybe someone will explain said significance.

Next in line, human rights. Why shouldn't someone make their own decision to take their own life? Hence, the...ownership of "own". Reminds me of the book/play, "Whose life is it anyway?" God is not human, so why should he have any ownership over you, and why should you be denied a burial like anyone else? (Maybe I've got something wrong. I'm always right and always wrong.)

Along from that is the role of the Doctor. Say an attempted suicide shows up in your ER. Now what do you do? Your training says, save them. But what if, when they wake up, they try again? What if they sue you? Yes, people are like that in the world, always trying to grab as much as they can before the expiry date on them turns white and turns them to dust. And now you see what kind of situation it is.

Then think of the family and friends. Regardless of what you do, as a doctor/surgeon, they may be vexed. And you wonder how complex a world this is. Where people now rely on one another to survive and yet distrust them all. A big world that knows no bounds and no face.

I wonder if I will ever be a surgeon. It seems that I do, deep down. But I am afraid. Of that one time where someone dies because I overlooked something. Because I forgot something. There is always that ONE time. And I wonder...

Hoping I can find some answers.