A strangely inspir­ing arti­cle comes out of this philo­soph­i­cal look at sui­cide—that prob­lem with which our species has been ‘gifted’. It feels like a call-to-action for your life.

We must rec­og­nize that there are mul­ti­ple forms of sui­cide. You can release your claim to life by means of a rope, a gun, a tall build­ing, or a bot­tle of pills. But you can also do it by more mun­dane means: by let­ting your life get stuck in a loop of repeated, shal­low days, like a skip­ping record stuck on a bor­ing track. In let­ting your future days become mere faded copies of your past days, you may not phys­i­o­log­i­cally die, but you cer­tainly cease to live. Some meth­ods of sui­cide are just slower and less delib­er­ate than oth­ers, but in that way per­haps they smack even more of cowardice.

I also con­grat­u­late the author on writ­ing a piece on sui­cide with­out resort­ing to tired Schopen­hauer quotes; some­thing I surely wouldn’t be able to do!