Suicide because life is pointless

When you say that you think life is pointless, what do you mean? A point is what… a goal? A purpose? An answer?

I can tell that you are an independent thinker because of the questions you’re asking, and your unwillingness to settle for easy answers. I was asking some similar questions at your age, though possibly with more fear and anxiety. People offered me answers, advice, goals… tried to give me a sense of purpose. None of their answers satisfied me, and most of them frustrated me.

One woman I called on for advice told me I was young, and needed to experience more of the world. My father told me that these were questions that everyone has, and that no one could answer for me. Another person my own age told me he had many of the same thoughts and questions, only instead of bothering him they were fascinating and even exciting. At the time that all of these conversations took place, I didn’t find them helpful.

But years later I started to see the value in what they told me. As the woman said, I had needed to experience more of the world, because I was only a teenager, and had experienced just a fraction of a fraction of what life had to offer. As my dad had told me, these questions and dilemmas were the same that every thinking person has, and yet continue to live with them, searching for the answers. And my conversation with the young man who found these problems thrilling later made me realize that I could also shift my perspective on these things.

For me, the difference between a sense of futility and a sense of purpose was just a little more experience. The way your unconscious mind can solve a problem for you while you sleep, these things that you experience every day might only begin to make sense after you’ve had a few years to dwell on them. The way human science and medicine and technology continue to advance at an ever-quickening pace, your personal experience will build on itself and your understanding of the world will grow exponentially.

You don’t have to follow that boring, linear path of high school, college, work, death. Shit, you don’t have to go to college if you don’t want to. You don’t have to give your life to a career that makes being fertilizer look fun. Before you decide that non-existence is preferable to the “struggle” of life, consider that it doesn’t have to be a struggle at all. The world is vast, and there is SOMETHING in it that you can be passionate about. Just find something you love, that excites you… do what you want to do, how you want to do it.

You ask if it’s logical to end your life after high school. So I ask you to consider that your life will end someday, inevitably and irreversibly, naturally or not. That option, so to speak, will always be on the table. Isn’t it more logical to experience that life first, and appraise its value firsthand? You’ll never know how good it could be unless you do.

I hope you don’t find my response cliché, although as they say, “A cliché is a cliché for a reason.”