Every once in a while, the whole "futility of life" thing washes over me and something inside of me mentions the suicide option. Not that it's ever seriously considered, but one of the low-level accounting-types in my head quietly sends around a "worst-case scenario" memo that everyone reads, then dismisses.
After all, things always perk up. "But," reminds the pessimistic little guy that should've been fired years ago, "They always go back down, too. Isn't the cycle a little wearying? A bit futile?"
Again, he's ignored. And again, he fades into the background, sulking and counting his beans.
But he always leaves the rest of us scratching our heads and brainstorming, coming up with valid reasons to dismiss his "end it all" suggestion. A few from the white board:
We have children that love us and depend on us.
We have friends that care about us and would miss us.
We haven't written a decent book yet.
We don't own a motorcycle yet.
There's so much life we haven't lived yet.
When your demons pop up and remind you that you aren't obligated to keep on living, how do you dismiss them?
Dave