Suicides

Suicides

Guy de Mauppassant

Adiel Agama

The story talks about a 57 years old man, dead by headshot. Apparently, he had everything necessary to make him happy, he had a good job, a beautiful house, and all kind of things most people wants.That is the point when someone thinks about suicide, what had happen in his/her mind of some person to decide to do it.

The character starts to talk about his life, he lives in a routine, he does same things every days, all days, He eats at the same place and orders the same food, his life loose sense in some point. "During the last few years a strange change has been taking place within me. All the events of Life, which formerly had to me the glow of a beautiful sunset, are now fading away” he says. It is a example about how he feels about his life. After this, I could imagine the sorrow, loneliness, and monotony that he experiment to think to kill himself.

Another example is when the character says: “we are the eternal toys of foolish and charming illusions, which are always being renewed.” In this phrase, he talks about the fragility of happiness, and how things or moments or people who makes us happy in one second could not do it, this pursuit needs a continuous and unsatisfied end.

Maupassant use an analogy about how digestion works for people. he blames the bad digest process to bad things in life like nightmares and the desire for death. the connotation of how much digestions interfere in life is reflected when he says: “For good digestion is everything in life.” This make me think in old greece, when people believe about the origin of all kind of feelings are in the stomach, kidney and intestine. In some way, that could be truth, if we consider the mankind is a specie whom works around passion, anger and sadness. no matter how much, people said it are rationalism or conscious, in decisive moments we are pure feelings.

At the end, Mauppassant refers no matter how much people think about strong and powerful reasons to kill himself, always the truth is that we look our life, when is empty, without the things are really important, the desire of leave this world, overwhelm us.

"It is all over. I had gone back to the beginning, and suddenly I turned my glance on what remained to me of life. I saw hideous and lonely old age, and approaching infirmities, and everything over and gone. And nobody near me! "My revolver is here, on the table. I am loading it . . . . Never reread your old letters!" And that is how many men come to kill themselves; and we search in vain to discover some great sorrow in their lives,” he says.