Apparently, this is Suicide Prevention Week. I learned this from reading the op-ed in my local newspaper. I was informed that of the top 10 leading causes of death in America, suicide is the only one trending upward. I was given warning signs to look for in my friends and family members and a number to call in case I myself begin to consider checking out of Life's hotel before I'm forcibly removed. And then I read, "If you're thinking about taking your own life, know that it doesn't solve or end your problems. It takes you away from solving them yourself." Au contraire.
Whatever else you can say of suicide, it actually does end your problems. By taking action and ending your own miserable existence, you have solved those problems yourself. I'm not so sure why we spend so much effort trying to discourage suicides. The end is coming whether we court it or not. I admire those courageous enough to take matters into their own hands and brave the darkness before the bell tolls for them. Of course, it isn't merely an expression of bravery. There is a much more important variable; pain. Usually severe emotional pain. And whenever the pain of being alive becomes more prominent than the fear of death, you get a suicide. I could probably make a chart that would better illustrate this grisly point. But that seems like it would be a pain in the ass.
I'm not attempting to encourage suicides. But neither do I think they should be discouraged. The only "point" of existing is to enjoy yourself. If it isn't enjoyable, then why do it? You don't have a duty to exist. You don't have to face the prospect of another painful and degrading day just to make someone else marginally happier. There is nothing immoral or untoward about walking away from the table before the dealer takes all of your money. A few more years in the grave won't mean anything in the proverbial grand scheme of things.
Personally, I plan to enjoy life as much as possible until the Grim Reaper arrives uninvited. I will greet him with a drink in my hand and a smirk on my face. He will try to explain that he is only doing his job. And I will say, "fuck you". He will remain unperturbed. He will look into my soul and immediately know the truth of the matter. He will not be confused as to which was too small; my pain or my courage.
