Let me make this clear from the outset. I am NOT advocating suicide. But if Camus can write a book about it, I can justify talking about it on a writer's forum.
I actually think talking about it is healthy. Camus said the most important philosophical question is "Is life worth living?". Yet I can admire the less philosophical people who just get on with it, as if it is not their business to ask such difficult questions. So is it arrogant for us to spend too much time to reflect on this theme? I hope not because it is a kind of obsession for me.
An obsession for me because I am torn between my obligation as a Christian to affirm life and my "free spirit' as a wannabe philosopher/writer/comedian. And yeah I think we can lighten up about this subject too. I too have lost relatives to suicide. Guys I used to share a beer and a laugh with. Did they finally, in the end lose their sense of humour? On those fateful days? At that fateful hour? Painful bodies and pained minds can contribute to us losing our sense of humour. It's not funny being tortured by unrelenting negative thoughts. (I'm right now trying to imagine myself being flogged by my internal bully. He's enjoying it more than me I fear.)
My parents would never dream of contemplating suicide. they both died already. But I sense that a lot of their meaning came from having 7 kids. When you have that many kids and then see grandkids, life does seem quite hopeful. Knowing your genes will continue despite your death must have its compensations. I guess those of us who don't have kids, struggle with meaning in our lives. Is our life more artificial? I fear it might be more contrived. No wonder people become priests, nuns, pastors and monks. "God I cant work out the absurdity of my life. It's all yours!"
For me to suicide this year or before my partner or dog dies would be utterly selfish. (ouch! that is a controversial admission) I have to stay alive for them. My happiness depends on them to a big extent and so does theirs. We support each other. Life is pretty good. Sometimes excellent. We share the good times and the bad. I feel my life has meaning. it may not be as profound as my parents having such a big family. But its enough for me.
My other point is...someone else has to clean up the mess. Say I suicide. Someone has to bury or burn me. Maybe do a quick token funeral and then attend to my personal belongings and finances. (however small they may be). That's a lot of work you are putting on your loved ones or even society if you have no loved ones. Someone has to clean up after to you. So in this regard , suicide is selfish. Assisted suicide is less messy, as you can organise all this before you go. Im not advocating euthanasia either btw. Just encouraging the conversation.
One last thing. We cant moralise about this. We cant make a golden rule for everyone. All we can do is focus on our own life. For me, it is out of the question. That doesn't make me better than someone who wants to go ahead and suicide. It just clarifies my own thoughts on the matter.
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