Golden Gate

My aunt, uncle, and I went on a little bus adventure to the Golden Gate bridge today. It couldn't have been a more perfect winter day.

Last night I watched The Bridge, the 2006 documentary capturing the people that committed suicide by throwing themselves from the Golden Gate. While deeply morbid and disturbing, I found myself incredibly fascinated and unable to look away. This wasn't my first time going to the bridge, but since it was the first since I'd seen the documentary I kept trying to put myself in the position of someone who was about to kill themselves by jumping off. It was hard to fathom why after seeing this view anyone would want to jump to their death.

Looking out from the bridge to this view of San Francisco I felt that there was so much to live for and be excited about. Weird juxtaposition between celebrating life and ending it.