Recently a former friend of mine was found to have a brain tumor. He got it removed in February, it grew back today to the point where his doctors can no longer operate. He's in his 40s, has three young kids, and a wife.
I used to talk to him about my worldview and opened up to him about how I had plans of suicide and many dark things I usually keep to myself. He told me that that was sad, a long time ago. And now, he is going to die and I am here living every single day while hating my life and being alive. I find it sad, and ironic, that he who has such value of life is now suffering and his entire family is losing him while I have to live and hate every moment of it. I wish I could take away his pain. I wish it were me. It's not fair.