Even Shakespeare thought about offing himself...

Tis a consumation devoutly to be wished....

...But what dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil, must give us pause.

And that is the fucking rub.

The idea that death might not end the pain.

Indeed, it might intensify it. To see the suffering your death causes.

And you'll probably just have to come back to this ball of shit to learn what you came here to learn to begin with.

Smoking pot probably won't give you the courage to bite the big one, but it might give you the perspective to not want to be dead.

It has for me. I started wanting to die around 15, but I've made it to 44, and I'm glad I did. Reading helps, too. Hobbies. And if you have to stay stoned, it's better than suicide. I'd say 20 years of staying stoned has been better than death. If pot doesn't work, some folks swear by their SSRI or Tricyclate, which are probably better than suicide as well.

Not that life will get any better, but time starts speeding up, you realize death will come soon enough, and things start to seem not so bad.

If life is eternal, you came here for some reason.

And if there is an eternity of nothingness waiting, what's the big hurry anyway?

I just try my best to make life less painful for myself and others.
And sometimes life can actually be a lot of fun.