Death is essentially the absence of life for me. Consequently, there is nothing left to live for, nothing to experience anymore. In my perspective, true living, feeling, and engaging with the world can only occur while we are alive.
My mom holds the belief that if I were to choose suicide, I would endure immense suffering afterwards. Having someone close to me who shares such a perspective brings mixed emotions. Nevertheless, I consistently find myself reaffirming my own viewpoint on death.