What’s your favorite snack?

There are only so many things one should bite, really.

We each have our preference.

When one bites a ham sandwich, the world stops for a moment.

Lettuce, mayo, bacon, ham, and tomato on toast gives me a thrill.

When one bites a bullet…well, it depends on the context.

Some might prefer mustard as well. That’s fair.

The expression is meant to inspire, to put an end to procrastination.

I like to keep it simple.

The true meaning, definitionally, is a bit less nice.

Mustard on a sandwich can be a bit overpowering, in my opinion.

It certainly would not be good for the teeth, in one scenario, though it might distract from the more daunting pain.

I mean, it’s just so…I don’t know, tangy?

It makes quite a mess in another scenario.

It certainly doesn’t combine well with bacon or lettuce, as far as I can tell.

It breaks hearts and inspires tears.

What’s your go-to?

How many have ever considered biting the bullet?

I mean, what kind of bread do you prefer?

How many have considered committing suicide?

Maybe some of us haven’t tried all the options, to be fair.

Of course, everyone has at one point, if only for a moment.

But of the ones you’ve tried, what would you prefer? White? Whole grain? Maybe flatbread?

But how rigorous was the consideration? Was it a passing thought? Was it empathy? Was it a plan?

And what meat are you putting on this bad boy? Ham? Chicken? Turkey, maybe?

How would one do it? A length of rope or cloth might do. A gun would be quick. Pills would be easy, in some sense.

Ugh. Now I’m hungry. I’ll talk to you guys later, okay?

What a stupid idea, either way. How selfish, indeed.

Wait, how selfish of me! Maybe you’d enjoy a snack as well.

Why though would one do such a thing? Surely not all are mere victims of themselves.

Perhaps you, too, haven’t had a tasty treat in quite some time.

Perhaps it is not stupid but rather wise beyond normalcy, this idea.

But, I wonder: Is it the lack of sustenance? or is it rather that we are bored, the cause of this hunger?

If it is wise, I ask what is begged: Is it reasonable, this need to end? or is it naively deduced?

I mean, I don’t suggest that this boredom is criminal. No, no. I just don’t want us to seem ungrateful for our blessings.

That is, could the consideration which concluded the necessity have truly been exhaustive? Could it have been countered by reason?

Anyway, here we are, both craving a snack! Shall we move to end this hunger of ours?

Regardless, even if it could have been, it often is not, at least not in time. Who is to blame for that?

I don’t know. Now that I think about it, maybe I shouldn’t. I don’t need a sandwich.

But of course, to blame another would do no good, for it is not too late for the others who yet live. And here we are to find the counter.

You go on ahead, if you want. I’ll be here when you’ve had your snack, if you want to chat later.

This burden is heavy. I would not cast aspersions to those who would crumble. I simply cannot bear to leave it to those who will. After all, to watch the weight of the world crush my fellows does take a heavy tole from that part of me which cares.

Oh, you, too, are not truly hungry? Great! I’ve had something on my mind. Maybe you’d help me think through it?

So please contend with me, you who are close to crumbling. Tell me how wrong I am to suggest that we might be better off alive.

Thank you. I’ve been wondering- Do you think that just one can save another?

I do not posit lightly when I suggest that in fact I know that just one can save many. And even you could become such a savior.