Chocolate.
The Bee Gees
My wife. Beer. Writing. And the need to find out what happens in Game of Thrones.
A Ballade of Suicide
The gallows in my garden, people say,
Is new and neat and adequately tall;
I tie the noose on in a knowing way
As one that knots his necktie for a ball;
But just as all the neighbours–on the wall–
Are drawing a long breath to shout “Hurray!”
The strangest whim has seized me. . . . After all
I think I will not hang myself to-day.
To-morrow is the time I get my pay–
My uncle’s sword is hanging in the hall–
I see a little cloud all pink and grey–
Perhaps the rector’s mother will not call–
I fancy that I heard from Mr. Gall
That mushrooms could be cooked another way–
I never read the works of Juvenal–
I think I will not hang myself to-day.
The world will have another washing-day;
The decadents decay; the pedants pall;
And H.G. Wells has found that children play,
And Bernard Shaw discovered that they squall,
Rationalists are growing rational–
And through thick woods one finds a stream astray
So secret that the very sky seems small–
I think I will not hang myself to-day.
ENVOI
Prince, I can hear the trumpet of Germinal,
The tumbrils toiling up the terrible way;
Even to-day your royal head may fall,
I think I will not hang myself to-day.
- G.K. Chesterton
Yeah. I got nothing better to do.
Why live? Because the act of dying looks extremely uncomfortable, even painful. I’d rather avoid it as long as I can. If and when there come a time when living is equally painful or uncomfortable I may well reconsider. But certainly not until then.
Incorrect.
I stay alive so they don’t win. I don’t know who they is, I don’t care, I’m not going to give them the satisfaction.
That’s a subjective opinion. If there was a painless way to die then it wouldn’t be an issue.
There is no reason to believe you will live long enough to do any of those things. And pleasure is still not a sufficient reason to keep on existing, it’s just a physiological response, automatic. People seem to only stick around because other people want them to, which is very selfish.
I still do not believe I have a handle on Theodore Roosevelt’s inner life and thought processes. So far, everything I have read shows him to be almost entirely action and no introspection.
I am absolutely certain I will die by suicide. Really the only reason I am still alive is for my kids. I often think death will be a relief… Like, “Thank God it’s finally over.”
Absolutely no kidding, I almost posted that exact wording in that order. Or: Sex, Drugs and Rock 'n Roll!!
Relief from what?
If you don’t mind me asking.
I live to see the raise of the San Francisco Forty-Niners from the ashes of ruin, like the Phoenix Bird who was born to fly …
People are telling you why they stick around – why don’t you believe them?
Love.
(In any or all of its senses: agape, eros, philia, storge)
Why does the reason have to be rational?
If you don’t currently have a reason for living, make that—discovering what your life is good for—your reason for living.
This. The OP has failed to explain why we need a reason to stay alive.
What are you looking for? An objective opinion?