My View of Life

Suicidal thoughts are something that I’ve dealt with for years and I think I’ve developed a new outlook on life through these experiences. I really don’t see what difference my death would ultimately make in the world. I’d be mourned for a short while by my family and then they’d move on with their lives and I would be quickly forgotten. The world wouldn’t stop spinning and everyone would go on with their usual lives. Even if our entire planet was destroyed and humans went extinct, it wouldn’t make a difference in the grand scheme of things. We live on an insignificant speck of dust floating throughout the cosmos. I wouldn’t say that I necessary want to die, at least not at the moment. The idea of dying young doesn’t exactly scare me though. I’ll just slip out of existence and it’ll be the exact same way it was for me during the year 1583, I just wasn’t conscious. Even when I feel suicidal I just remind myself that I’ll be dead some day anyways and that gives me a little bit of comfort.