I’ve read of many accounts on the Internet of people who tried to commit suicide, only to be seized by instant regret and realization once they put the deed into motion (i.e., jump off the Golden Gate Bridge, or try to hang oneself, or overdose on pills.)
Apparently, once they realized they were actually going to die, they suddenly realized that life was worth living after all and that their problems were not that bad.
Sez you. The world is a delightful place and I enjoy doing stuff in it. There is no pressing reason for me to stop.
I’ve never been married yet, never had kids, never published a book, not yet published music compositions, not yet traveled to the countries I’ve wanted to, never been on a cruise voyage, etc. That’s a lot of things to still do.
The contrast in this thread is interesting. Some posters are happy with their lives, or looking forward to adventures in their future, others focusing on the negative things in their lives.
I’m waiting for Austin Powers 4 and Bill and Ted 3.
But in heaven there is no beer. That’s why we drink it here.
Who said life or evolution led to outcomes that would be congruent with your views on rational behavior?
That’s right as far as the universe is concerned. “Rational” is a purely human construct that the universe couldn’t care less about. The famous philosopher, Stanley Kubrick;), said, “The most terrifying fact about the universe is not that it is hostile but that it is indifferent”.
What we think of as rational or irrational is purely from our own perspective on this little planet. If you want a reason to exist, you have to come up with one on your own, or adopt one that we’ve already invented, that makes rational sense to you.
Yeah, I wonder too. Chronic health condition makes it even more questionable as to why to stay.
I have a husband, two boys (12 and 13) but they could survive without me really. I think I’m more afraid of trying to do it, and then failing. Because imagine that.
Oh, and I was a lot more happy go lucky and optimistic prior to my eye condition
Because I haven’t seen everything I want to see yet.
A friend of mine with whom I take regular walks and I occasionally chuckle over her mother, who is 92, suffers many infirmities and says often that death will be a welcome relief. The reason we chuckle is because despite her protests to the contrary, she takes her medications with faithful attention, never misses a doctor’s visit and does everything in her power to extend her life. Guess it can’t be that bad.
Death is for a right long time. We’ll all get there soon enough. I’m staying until I just can’t take anymore or Providence takes its natural course, whichever comes first. Given that I suspect this is the whole rodeo, no sense in rushing for the exit.
Yeah, I can’t remember the last time I was genuinely happy.
While I certainly don’t advocate suicide, is fear of failure really the only thing holding you back?
Not even brief, fleeting moments of happiness? A kindness between family members, seeing the joy on a child’s face during their birthday party, doing some hobby or activity you enjoy? Nothing? That does sound like a rather bleak existence.
Or is it that you just have a really bad memory / amnesia?
To answer questions like this. If I was dead I couldn’t do so. 
Plus, I need to know how the Game of Thrones ends, want to see the MCU later phase movies, and am trying to hold out until they have the magic cure for aging and disease that I’m sure are right around the corner. Oh, and there are my kids and their kids and my dogs to live for…and my wife. I still haven’t been to quite a few places on Earth that I want to see, or done all the things I want to do, or read all the books or watched all the porn or played all the games I want too. I haven’t smoked all the cigars I want to, or drunk all the fine single malt scotch I want to…or argued with all the 'dopers I want to about meaningless or meaningful subjects. As long as there is one idiotic 9/11 Truther out there poised to post yet another Must See(tm…arr)! video that needs to be debunked then I need to stay alive.
So … you’ll be around forever?
Well, that’s my plan at this point. 
Because only the fear of death can match one’s disgust with life.
My objective is to become immortal. So far, so good.