For me, destiny is just an illusion, a big nonsense. It has never existed; it's simply a mental construct created by those who seek comfort in the idea that there is a predetermined plan. It's a fantasy that some minds have invented to give meaning to a world that, in reality, has none.
Everyone wants to commit suicide because existence is inherently meaningless and filled with suffering. The only difference is that some find the courage to end this farce, while others cling to the fear of death and fill the void with illusions: religion, family, children, love, art, or anything else that serves to mask the futility of living. All these constructs are just ways to deceive oneself, to avoid confronting the fact that life has no purpose or intrinsic value. In the end, living or dying changes nothing: both paths lead to absolute nothingness.
To those of you who call yourselves suicidal and say you give life another opportunity, postponing your intent by a year, a month, or even just a day, I want to say this: you're not different from ordinary people who fill their existence with distractions to prolong it indefinitely. They do it with family, work, love, and fear; you do it with the concept of 'another opportunity.'
This tendency to delay the inevitable is nothing but a human reflex, a struggle to postpone the end. Whether it's living with illness, driving at full speed, climbing mountains, or jumping with a parachute, it's all a way to flirt with the edge of life, perhaps hoping for a 'suicide' that doesn't seem like one.
The truth is that the desire to die and the desire to live are two sides of the same coin. Even those who declare themselves suicidal often delay, search for reasons, find excuses, because in the end, death is as scary as life. So, ask yourselves: is this 'another opportunity' truly a way to live, or an illusion to keep postponing what you fear most?