Why should I live?

Instead of answering this question straightaway,I would like you to read this story first.
I hope you will have got your answer after reading it ! :)

You were on your way home when you died.
It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me.
And that's when you met me.
"What... what happened?" You asked. "Where am I?"
"You died," I said, matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words.
"There was a... a truck and it was skidding..."
"Yup," I said.
"I... I died?"
"Yup. But don't feel bad about it. Everyone dies," I said.
You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. "What is this place?" You asked. "Is this the afterlife?"
"More or less," I said.
"Are you god?" You asked.
"Yup," I replied. "I'm God."
"My kids... my wife," you said.
"What about them?"
"Will they be all right?"
"That's what I like to see," I said. "You just died and your main concern is for your family. That's good stuff right there."
You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn't look like God. I just looked like some man. Or possibly a woman. Some vague authority figure, maybe. More of a grammar school teacher than the almighty.
"Don't worry," I said. "They'll be fine. Your kids will remember you as perfect in every way. They didn't have time to grow contempt for you. Your wife will cry on the outside, but will be secretly relieved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it's any consolation, she'll feel very guilty for feeling relieved."
"Oh," you said. "So what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or something?"
"Neither," I said. "You'll be reincarnated."
"Ah," you said. "So the Hindus were right,"
"All religions are right in their own way," I said. "Walk with me."
You followed along as we strode through the void. "Where are we going?"
"Nowhere in particular," I said. "It's just nice to walk while we talk."
"So what's the point, then?" You asked. "When I get reborn, I'll just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life won't matter."
"Not so!" I said. "You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just don't remember them right now."
I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. "Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. It's like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it's hot or cold. You put a tiny part of yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out, you've gained all the experiences it had.
"You've been in a human for the last 48 years, so you haven't stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. If we hung out here for long enough, you'd start remembering everything. But there's no point to doing that between each life."
"How many times have I been reincarnated, then?"
"Oh lots. Lots and lots. An in to lots of different lives." I said. "This time around, you'll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 AD."
"Wait, what?" You stammered. "You're sending me back in time?"
"Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in your universe. Things are different where I come from."
"Where you come from?" You said.
"Oh sure," I explained "I come from somewhere. Somewhere else. And there are others like me. I know you'll want to know what it's like there, but honestly you wouldn't understand."
"Oh," you said, a little let down. "But wait. If I get reincarnated to other places in time, I could have interacted with myself at some point."
"Sure. Happens all the time. And with both lives only aware of their own lifespan you don't even know it's happening."
"So what's the point of it all?"
"Seriously?" I asked. "Seriously? You're asking me for the meaning of life? Isn't that a little stereotypical?"
"Well it's a reasonable question," you persisted.
I looked you in the eye. "The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature."
"You mean mankind? You want us to mature?"
"No, just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature and become a larger and greater intellect."
"Just me? What about everyone else?"
"There is no one else," I said. "In this universe, there's just you and me."
You stared blankly at me. "But all the people on earth..."
"All you. Different incarnations of you."
"Wait. I'm everyone!?"
"Now you're getting it," I said, with a congratulatory slap on the back.
"I'm every human being who ever lived?"
"Or who will ever live, yes."
"I'm Abraham Lincoln?"
"And you're John Wilkes Booth, too," I added.
"I'm Hitler?" You said, appalled.
"And you're the millions he killed."
"I'm Jesus?"
"And you're everyone who followed him."
You fell silent.
"Every time you victimized someone," I said, "you were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you've done, you've done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you."
You thought for a long time.
"Why?" You asked me. "Why do all this?"
"Because someday, you will become like me. Because that's what you are. You're one of my kind. You're my child."
"Whoa," you said, incredulous. "You mean I'm a god?"
"No. Not yet. You're a fetus. You're still growing. Once you've lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be born."
"So the whole universe," you said, "it's just..."
"An egg." I answered. "Now it's time for you to move on to your next life."
And I sent you on your way.

You should live because you can't die.

why can't you die? who is stopping you??

A bond is...or I say a debt. Confused?

I think you are a human. Of course you are...

now see this,

  1. Because suicide/attempt to suicide is illegal under section 309, IPC.
  2. ‘Living will' needs certain terms and conditions so you can't go for that also.

But before going against law, you can read this:

Puneet was sleeping, early morning his wife saroz came and said.. congratulations we are going to be parents :)

Puneet was on seventh sky, he hugged saroz.

As months were passing, they were more curious for thier first child.

Puneet: please take care of your self, you are carrying my baby.

Saroz: ok hubby. I will take care of your baby.

Puneet:(smiled) take care of his Mumma also.

8 Months passed, they were planning for baby name, baby room, clothes.

Finally date has came, labour pain started.

Saroz and Puneet were never nervous like this.

Saroz were screaming out of pain. Puneet was also not in senses after watching his wife in this condition.

Doctor were trying their best, finally after lots of pain saroz gives birth to a wonderful baby boy. They called him Ishan.

Saroz hugged him like he is the part of her body. Puneet's eyes were filled with tears to see his son.

Now the family is more happy to have Ishan.

Now Ishan was everything for his mom and dad. She awake all night for Ishan.

As Ishan was growing, his parents hopes were increasing.

Puneet: I will make my son engineer.

Saroz: No, he will be scientist.

After a pause.

'No, he will decide his career. We will not force him' both said.

Ishan passed with good marks in 12th now he grown up, he is in college now.

One fine day,

Ishan was in very bad mood

Saroz: what happen to my son?

Ishan: mom, please my mood is off. Don't talk to me.

Saroz : But what happen?

Ishan: My girlfriend left me... now why should I live?

Saroz: for me and for your father.

Ishan: Ohhh mom please, you will never understand what love is. There is no point to live now.

Saroz (with teary eyes): I hope I could ever tell you, why should you live. You are the reason for our living, that's why you should live.

Yes, we should live for our parents, for their expectations, for thier hopes from us. They don't enjoy their life because they want us to have everything in our life. Now it's our turn to given them everything what they deserve. Is this reason is not enough for our living?

You know what, you should actually tie a noose and hang yourself or try a 101 different ways to kill yourself because the day you think of committing suicide you are already a dead person inside and you just need to be buried. BUT, Say you come back as a spirit. Let me tell you what you'll see, the World is not gonna stop and mourn for you nor will it cease to exist. You killing yourself is not a favour you are doing for yourself but you'll end up making life difficult for people around you, especially for the ones who care about you. You will not only end up killing yourself but you will also take away the happiness of your parents, siblings and good friends for a long and long time . Few People might sympathize some may call you a coward, Iam guessing that's not the image you would want to leave this world with.

You need a reason to live go visit a cancer Ward of any hospital. Thousands of people battling painful treatment, and yet wish to live. 10 year old battling cancer just to see their future dreams come true. Some lucky people make it the others don't have a chance but they don't give up.

Ask a person who lost their ability to walk or pick things up in a bomb blast or lost everything they cared for , Yet they continue to live on with dignity and their head held high .

Ask a person who has come from a war torn nation who had to endure and see their families get Raped/killed in front of their in the most brutal way possible. Imagine their mental trauma yet they continue to live and some of them even work towards a peaceful word

Abraham Lincoln

I want to try and tackle this question, even though maybe I'll sound like a complete douchebag. I'm sorry in advance.

I don't like that people force us to live.
I don't like that people tell us "You should live because one day you might be great".
Fuck off. Fuck all the way off.

I don't need more responsibility, I don't need to become "great" to want to live. I don't need an international enterprise, I don't need to be a movie star, I don't need to have kids to love or parents that care for me, those things don't justify my existence.

These don't even come close to justify my existence. I don't exist in this world to become something great, I just exist.

There's no justification for us. If one of us die tomorrow, another will come and take our job, our families will be hurting for as long as they live, but that's only so long, our brother's and sister's grandchildren will barely know we ever existed. Our lovers will hurt too, but soon find someone else to fill the void. In 50 to 100 years no one will know you existed. Think about how many people have died since we were considered humans and how we literally don't give two shits about them.

There's no life after death, no Heaven, Valhalla or virgins waiting for us, just complete unconsciousness. There's no promised reward for the good of heart, because in the grand scale of things morality is really unimportant.

We are so insignificant, even though it could be considered a miracle that we ever could exist, this doesn't mean our existence is special, it just means we're unlikely.

and that is fucking great.

That's exactly why I should live. Because nothing that I do will ever really matter that much. Because no matter what grand feat I pull, I'll still die, I'll still be remembered and forgotten. Evil and injustice will keep existing, I won't make a change.

I don't have a responsibility to the world, I don't have a responsibility to life. I owe nothing to any one.

There's no "great objective" for me to achieve because no "great objective" is great enough to matter, so that means there's also no way to "fail", there's no such thing as "living life the wrong way", there are no standards to tell you how you should live, you just live and that's enough. If no objective you try to accomplish matter, no failure you experience will matter either.

We are lucky to be so insignificant.

I will live life, enjoying each and every second of it, knowing fully well that none of it matters so I should focus on me, on love, on anger, on whatever I feel at the moment, because that's all we have. A game that at the end prints the message "Wasn't that fun?" and then proceeds to erase us.

I decided to live like this. I guess now you should question yourself whether you're willing to accept the truth, give up hopeless pursuits of grandeur and live without meaning, or be chained to the responsibilities the world imposes on you to "live well" and keep questioning if you should live.

Hey there. Over 100 answers on a pretty deep question, yet none of the answers thus far have a significant amount of upvotes. Death, and suicide in particular, is difficult to articulate.

I came here, because I would like to die. I am here because I am trying my hardest, not to take the knife next to my bed, walk outside onto the hill, and cut the flesh right below both hands. It's been years now, but in the past few weeks I feel that I've slid closer and closer to the edge.

A few years ago, many of my friends and acquaintances would have told you I had a blindingly bright future: lots of friends and family who loved me, a sports star by all senses of the term, a full-ride academic scholarship to a great school; and I was someone well known and well connected in the area.

But things change. It's easy to very quickly find yourself in a place of spiritual, social, and material emptiness. You ask yourself what you have to live for and you may find no wealth to maintain you, no friends to abide by, and no spirit to go on.

But I'm still typing, and I could never tell you why to live, but I'll tell you why I hope to live through this night:

  1. The future is obscure, and I have no idea how things may suddenly and inexplicably turn around.
  2. You could have nothing to give, and still give to those around you in wisdom, hope, and joy. You need none of these things to give them away.
  3. I'm spiritual, and I like to believe that God does in fact have a path for me; walking off of this path is impeding in what those who follow a God often believe to be perfect.
  4. I believe that I'm strong until the very moment that I've taken my own life, it is only at that point where I've truly, irreversibly failed.

So I fight on.


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