the show must go on

Whenever I'm engaged in conversations about death, I've always stood by the "life itself is the most precious gift" side of the fence - particular when the suicide cases reported on the tabloids are usually due to a spur of the moment brought forth by an emotional combustion. While I admire their courage to end their life, I've always thought that for every tragic excuse to die there will must be a compensating reason to live.

But after researching into the whole concept of voluntary euthanasia, you discover that these are intelligent, (more or less) clear-headed individuals who have taken time to consider their decision. Most of them are elderly people who wanted to die because they are failing in health and are thus unable to enjoy what they love to do anymore i.e. the zest of life.

The zest of life. It all boils down to your passions in the end - sometimes I wonder how would I react if I would wake up one morning to be another Jean-Dominique Bauby. Would I take the plunge?