answer:Do not take the will to live for granted. It may be built into us, but there are limits. There is only so much pain any of us can stand before we break and decide that death is better than living with this kind of pain forever. If you have not felt that kind of pain, then you can not imagine it. It is far worse than the worst physical pain you have ever felt. That’s probably impossible to imagine. I know I could never have imagined it. The desire to give in to the pain is so powerful that just thinking about it brings it back. I remember the despair. I wonder why I bothered? Then again, the good thing about despair is that it saps you of the ability to actually do anything about it. To kill yourself takes a lot of work. It’s not that easy. You have to plan and carry out that plan. Even if it is only a trigger to pull, you still have to pull the trigger. A finger can be surprisingly inert at such times. The will to live is a powerful thing, and it overcomes some incredibly powerful adversaries. It is a choice. A moment to moment choice. It is often a conscious choice, too, although I don’t think the choice has to be so purely conscious in order to be considered a choices as far as the philosophy of existentialism is concerned. Whether you are consciously aware of making this choice or not, it is a choice to my mind. There are other parts of our minds that we are not consciously aware of, but they think and they choose and they influence our actions very strongly. There is only one reason to live, as far as I’m concerned and that is to see what happens next. Curiosity. If you have no curiosity; if you are completely and utterly bored; if you are totally superfluous—then die. There is no point, except perhaps that you can’t be bothered to kill yourself. But that’s a choice that says you really aren’t so bored as all that.