Suicide.

So easy to contemplate, so easy to use as an escape.

It’s a paradox, isn’t it? It’s cowardly to run away from life, but it takes courage to completely deny your own existence.

Is it your right, though? Of course, it’s your life. Who else is in a better position to judge the circumstances you’re going through?

Suicide is probably a last resort. When one has completely lost control over his life, the only thing left which he can control is his existence.

A comfortably selfish point of view would assert that suicide shouldn’t be a crime – it’s my life, I take control of it.

And of course, the opposition would bring up the emotional burden of family members, of society, etc. Ethical issues. Morality issues. You get it.

What if he doesn’t have a family? What if he has lost all reason to live? Who is anyone to force reason into his life? What is a justified reason to live, anyway? What, exactly, are we living for? Why should we continue living? Who defines ‘meaning’ in life?