The reason I choose to continue living is that I only have one chance to inhabit a mortal body in this world so I’d like to see it through for as long as I can. What’s yours?
to spite entropy
Cheers, mate.
I don’t choose. To continue living is just the default, and time keeps passing, so I’m alive by inaction…
Choosing the default is still a choice. Why is the default better than the alternative in your opinion? Please don’t answer that question or even consider it unless you already have an answer. I would rather not have to ask this myself to be honest.
I don’t have a full answer, so I won’t try to answer it right now, but I will surely think about it during the next days.
I’d argue “choosing the default” is not what’s going on here. If you don’t have mental health issues, you don’t think that much about living/not living, it just is what it is.
It’s be like saying I’m choosing not to listen to 80s Korean funk, or choosing not to go ski to the Himalaya. I literally don’t care, and I haven’t chosen “not to”, because I literally haven’t given it any thought.
Actually, 80s Korean funk sounds rad, I should give it a listen.
I want to know what happens
No spoilers though!
Same
Dog.
I’ll be getting a dog soon. Thanks for this, it’s too easy to forget how cool dogs are when you don’t have one.
They really are the best companions, but you get as much as you put in.
I want to see what comes next.
We live in interesting times!
This is actually my primary motivation. I have some morbid curiosity about what we’re going to do to ourselves next.
Because why not? I’m alive by default, and I’m too lazy to change that.
I’m a coward.
I’m here too and in my case I’m damn sure it’s something other than cowardice. I know I’d sacrifice myself in less than a second given the opportunity and I even know how I would, but I haven’t. There’s a reason we’re still around even if we don’t know it consciously.
Too a stupid to die.
I’m not sure whether I’m too stupid one way or the other, but at least I know I’m stupid.
I have a chance, albeit a very small one, to make the world a place other people don’t want to exit if I’m alive. Can’t do that if I’m dead. But I would probably want to be euthanised if I started living a painful or disabled life.
I like the first half of your comment, but the second is really hard to swallow. I guess you meant “severe” or “debilitatingly” painful/disabled life, and I don’t think you meant malice in what you’re saying - but I know some people living with disabilities that would see your comment as calling them worthless.
Oh no, I’m not saying anyone should feel any way, this is just my preference. And I did mean severe pain or disability, yes.
I did not choose the living life, the living life chose me.
The most effective ways to die sound painful, and even for the “painless” ones, if you fuck it up you either suffer way too long or get slapped with insane medical debt and locked up in a loony bin for a ehile (usa). While I don’t fear death itself or have a strong emotional attachment to the life I’m living right now, my life’s in no way bad, so it’s still an easy choice for me.
sunk cost fallacy. i’m in too deep to stop now. really, this is how i manage everything. once the smallest amount of time has been invested in something there’s no stopping til i see it through.
have you tried gambling? you might really enjoy that one
noooo, never. because i know myself i have a hard rule to never ever try gambling, casinos, and the like.
Because for all the suffering and horrific ugliness, there is still beauty and joy. The smile of a neighbor, the red-headed woodpeckers and their mates that visit, the stray cat that hangs out, my adult child’s “I love you,” and sharing of joys and challenges. My fur baby’s cuddles, my dear friends’ messages from afar. A walk at dusk in summers, sunsets and sunrises, the sound of rain and thunder, the call of tree frogs, watching deer walk and rabbits and squirrel play. A cool breeze, the taste of water, a berry, home made relish from my neighbors, laughing, crying, and emotions that can’t be articulated but explored. Being at peace with myself.
If I had a turn off button on my back like a toy I would had pushed it long ago…
Suicide is too painful. That’s it. Also my mom’s food still nice.
Can’t afford to die; it’s like $2700 just to dig the fucking hole!
Thanks for the reminder. I’ll make sure they know my body belongs in the trash can (in a few decades).
On this overpopulated planet, burying the dead seems like the biggest, most expensive waste…
Mate you can send my corpse feet first through a wood chipper and fertilise a veggie crop… But it’s not legal.
So at some stage my family is going to have to make a choice and fork out a stupid amount of money.
