Suicide

There's only two serious philosophical questions: why do people commit suicide? & why haven't you yet? I'm trying to figure out what makes someone look at this world and this life and decide they're done. Like love, life is a choice, but so is the absence of life or transcendence from it. To move on and end the human experiment. I have never been suicidal, but I have been depressed, where I looked at my life and felt that I lost everything I was working on. And that mindset was piercing holes in me, turning me into a destructive cyclone that ravaged what I actually had of value. So why don't I go to bed with a gun to my head? I still feel useful and appreciated, in a raw, elemental kind of way. And the more I recognize that in myself, what I actually offer the world and my purpose, the easier it has become to turn my cyclone self into a gust of wind getting fall leaves to dance — or a very simple breath of fresh air.