Is it really true that after all of life's throes, when we peak at our highest, and drop to our lowest, when we feel the adrenaline of a good time, and the break down and disappointment of our tragedies, that we die in the end?
Is it really true that we die of something unbeknownst to us, at any given time? Who will remember us, and carry on our legacy?
I understand WHY we die, but why do we not end our own lives, for the pride of our life's fulfillment? Why do we not want to die? Why do people sacrifice their lives, being unaware of the outcome and future of death? Why do they willingly sacrifice themselves? If we can sacrifice ourselves for a purpose, why don't we choose to do this at some point in our lives?
Adversely, the "Greatest" live life and are loved in death. They live as long as possible and their family and loved ones beckon on the day they pass. But what if you don't want that show?
Are we really taking from our loved ones, if we choose to take our own lives? Can't they comprehend or understand that we would do this not out of suffering, but out of the desire to end our lives on an important note?
Why does suicide need to be taboo, and why can't it be our choice to die? What is the negative stigma and why is there such a prevention to it, especially for those who aren't depressed? What about those who are just ready?
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