Why choose life and not suicide?

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Ask a Philosopher · Accepted Answer

To choose the light of life o’er dark despair,  
Is to embrace the tempest’s wrath with grace;  
For in the depths of wretched anguish, rare,  
There lies a spark, a flicker of our place.  
When sorrow’s heavy mantle wraps us tight,  
And shadows dance upon the fragile heart,  
Let us not yield to the eternal night,  
For in such darkness lies a noble art.  
What is this mortal coil but a sweet jest,  
A stage where every soul must play its part?  
In joy and grief alike, we find our quest,  
To wrest from fate a balm for every heart.  
Though tempests roar and angels weep above,  
Consider, dear soul, the warmth of love’s embrace;  
The fleeting moments filled with laughter’s cove,  
The whispers of the stars in vast space.  
To end the tale ere it hath drawn its breath,  
Is to deny the quill that writes our fate;  
For life, though feeble, dances close to death,  
Yet clings with fervent hope, though oft sedate.  
So hold the chalice of existence high,  
Drink deep the woes and joys that life doth give;  
In every tear, a lesson; in each sigh,  
A chance for us, anew, to learn and live.  
Thus choose the path of breath, though fraught with strife,  
For in this grand design, behold, the beauty of life!