TAW122
Emissary of the right to die.
- Aug 30, 2018
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The time I could remember that I never thought about suicide was before I understood what the term 'suicide' meant. Probably before my adolescence, I hated life, and sometimes thought about death, but not the means of death (self-imposed, natural causes, caused by others, etc.). I would say that while being blissfully ignorant meant I never thought about existence or questioned life in a way, it wasn't utopia and I would rather be aware of suffering and knowing that I have a way out (and ultimately having a 'real' way out, aka a method) than to live blindly, blissfully ignorant of sentience itself. I suppose most of my life at least to present day and ongoing, I am always aware of death; I've prolonged my sentience too long and one of these days I will die by my own hand, barring some freak accident or unfortunate event.
