I don't think I'll ever kill myself. I used to wonder about death a lot. Some people say you go onto another place when you die: heaven, hell, get reborn as something else. These are interesting to think about but I don't believe in them. I see death like the turning off of a light; life is light and when we are in misery the bulb overheats and it's very hard to bear because we're burning up so we look for a way to cease the pain and turn off the light. I'm too afraid to turn off the light. Maybe in the future I'll gain more courage, but this kind of courage would not be a good thing. Furthermore, even in my darkest hours I can still glimpse a future free of depression and endless hang-ups. There are lights at the ends of tunnels and lights that never go out. For me it takes a lot of maintenance for me to be more than momentarily happy. Is it the same for most others?