/lit/ - Literature

The real immediate reason is that it would cause an unfathomable collapse in my family.

The reason I tell myself and work toward is that God put me forth into existence for a reason. Even if I'm to be nothing but a single-use tool in a microcosmically insignificant thread in the tapestry of life, my contribution being imperceptible even on a human level, I live to fulfill that purpose. Who am I, in my human arrogance, to tell God that He was wrong in creating me, that I know or deserve better because I suffer? Dukkha is the only constant certainty of conscious existence. Am I to kill myself because the sky is blue or water is wet, also? To thrash against the confines of mortality is not to be heroic or brave, it is to be supremely arrogant in a way only human beings can be.

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>that logic