Constantly, I thought about the answer to this question. I read a lot. Listened to a lot of lectures. I thought I would try to live authentically and follow my real interests.
(After all, I could always jump off later.)
This is the product of me trying to figure out what I should do, and the first part of my upcoming novel. I wanted to make the strongest rational case for suicide I could and then see where to go from there.
I hope you find it within yourself to defy the ideas expressed in this work thus far. Living is an act of faith. We don’t know everything, and we’re going to suffer. Maybe that’s okay, though.
I’m still trying to figure out how to deal with that as I write. I hope you’ll be able to do the same, in your own way.
(Remember: you can always do it later.)