A Story of a Lesson

"I was born to live. No, that's not true. I was born to do whatever the hell I was born to do. It's a gut thing, you know what I'm sayin'?"
"I'm not sure you know what you mean."
"Is that right? What about you, what were you born for?"
"I was born, just like you, and I'm here, just like you."
"Yeah. Right."
"Listen, there's a reason for everything, you might say. But what reason is there for this to happen, what's going to happen if things turn out badly, what reason is there for that?"
"There's always a reason, even if you're too idiotic to figure it out."
"C'mon, that's uncalled for, you know what I mean."
"Do I? All I know is that you can't understand anything, I mean, when's the last time you decided to do something irrational, what can you remember doing?"
"I don't plan to do irrational things, there's no reason for it, see? That's all I'm saying."
"So there's a reason, you just don't wanna do anything irrational. Me, I've brought this upon myself, and look at all the attention I'm getting! See, there is a reason for everything."
"But what's your reason for doing this, what are you trying to prove?"
"Nothing."
"That's it?"
"That's right, nothing, there's nothing to prove except for what you see. It's who I am, and there's a reason for it."
"But you can't tell me what the reason is."
"I don't have to. God has his reasons, and things play out according to what he wants."
"Would he want you to do this?"
"Obviously, I mean, I'm here, aren't I?"
"But he wouldn't want this to happen, why would anyone want for this to happen? What do you think is going to happen to you after this happens?"
"Where else would I go? My only options are Heaven and Hell. Heaven's preferable, but no one ever really knows, do they? We're all fated to go somewhere."
"Alright, so you'll end up in one of those places, but why do you think there's reason to go now? What good will come out of this? You'll die, and everyone who's ever cared about you will have some piece of them that's going to be crushed, God really wants that?"
"You know what God wants, then?"
"I...I never thought about that, I always thought about myself, and...and where I was always at at the time, nothing else, because when it comes down to it, we choose what we wanna do. You know?"
"I chose to do this. Uhuh."
"Yeah, you did. But you can choose to undo it, no one's stopping you from making your own choices."
"You're trying to stop me from making this choice."
"Well, what if I care, what about those who care about you, they'd all think the same thing, right? They know you have a choice."
"They'd let me make this choice, I know they would. Who are you to tell me what my family would want for me? They'd all be right here next to me throwing a parade, if they had the choice."
"So they'd want for this to happen to you?"
"Who knows what anyone wants?"
"I know what I want, and that's for this to not happen. Damn it, it's not so much that you're misunderstanding me, you're being ignorant, pushing away the fact that there's nothing stopping you right now from ending this."
"You want me to put an end to all of this?"
"Just...I don't mean it like that, just, don't do this, can't you feel it in you, don't you know that you can make that choice?"
"You know, you're a persistent bastard."
"Well, I can't help it. Somehow, you learn a lot from a person who's about to kill themselves, more so than you would learn from anyone else in an hour, and I care. I do."
"Well, if you cared, you know what you'd do? You'd tell me to do this. You don't know what it's been like, you don't have a clue, and if you did, you'd let this happen."
"No one deserves this, I know that much, at least."
"No one? You honestly believe that? You can't think of one person you'd want for this to happen?"
"No, listen. This isn't about anyone else, it's about you."
"Then you'd let me do this."
"I can't let you do this."
"You talk about choices, but what choice do you have right now? What other choice do you have but to sit there and watch all this happen, what can you do about it?"
"You're right, I don't have any other option, but you do. We're not talking about my choices, we're talking about yours, that's what matters right now."
"You mean, you're talking about my choices. I don't have anything to talk about."
"What are we doing right now? We're talking."
"And we should probably be doing less of that."
"Don't you dare, you don't have to do this."
"I shouldn't dare?"
"Yes."
"God. No matter what I do, nothing good is going to come out of this, you know that, right?"
"It's a matter of life and death, and you don't deserve death."
"What do I deserve? You seem to know everything."
"No one deserves anything more than anyone else."
"That's a lie."
"How's that?"
"It's bullshit, that's how. Look at all them movie stars, they don't deserve any of the glamor any more than I do?"
"I'm not talking about glamor."
"You just said anything."
"Just...c'mon, don't do this."
"You really think I can undo all of this?"
"Yes, I do."
"Or is this just another lie?"
"I wouldn't lie to you."
"I'll just suffer more, you know that?"
"As long as you suffer, you know you're alive."
"So why wouldn't death be preferable?"
"Because you couldn't live for anything."
"Are you trying to make a funny?"
"Yeah. Maybe I am."