Don't use the force, Luke!

Recently, I was described by a close friend as the type of person who, should I become suicidal, would succeed at killing myself. This was not intended as a compliment. It was a criticism of my insular way of making decisions without trusting other people. Yet, I understand just how potent a force it is to control one’s destiny that absolutely.

This ultimate power should not be confused with common attempted suicide. Many suicide attempts, whether successful or not, are driven not by the power over one’s destiny but rather by an overriding sense of impotence. These “cries for help” do often result in death. Yet, these despairing deaths are almost accidental in nature, the result of risky activities used to get much-wanted attention and love.

The same holds true for individuals suffering from physical mental illness. Not merely people that are just dejected or dispirited, these melancholy mortals struggle with chemical demons that the rest of us cannot begin to imagine. Love, support and comfort can help deal with the ancillary misery that the disease causes. Ultimately though, only coolheaded, clinical treatment will help vanquish the torment.

Suicide is usually seen, and correctly so from a biological viewpoint, as an individual’s decision to remove himself from society in the most dire fashion. There are of course less extreme measures that one can take. If it is the Gemeinschaft that a person wishes to flee it is not too difficult to uproot oneself from his present locale. Moving to a distant and remote state or country is the easiest way to leave behind the grinding discontent with family, friends and a wretched future.

If the vexation is with humankind in general it is often harder to escape the tentacles of irritation. Hermits used to be able to live a life of solitude relatively easily. The intrusions of today’s society are almost impossible to escape though. Nosy neighbors and prying governments are pervasive and make true seclusion almost impossible. This is the point where a person may choose to be done with mankind as a whole. G.K. Chesterton wrote:

The man who kills a man kills a man
The man who kills himself kills all men.

Contrary to the common opinion that suicide is a sign of weakness it is a tremendous power to possess and exercise. It is the paramount control over one’s destiny.

Yet, to use its potential is to lose it for all time. Why did Diane Arbus, Richard Brautigan, Kurt Cobain, Sigmund Freud, Ernest Hemingway, Sylvia Plath, Hunter Thompson and Virginia Woolf choose that particular day to say goodbye? There is always a tomorrow. And with it the chance that tomorrow will be better, more interesting, and different than today was. What is the rush? We can always kill ourselves tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow. Shouldn’t we wait to see what surprises the morning brings? That is the beauty of such power, the strength it gives us not to use it.