It might be a failure under some criteria, but in general, I'm ok. Like, not anxious or anything. Or filled with regret. OK, maybe I'd like to not have been involved in the bike accident a few months ago. But that's it - the rest is ok. And even if my Life were to go downhill all the way from now on, well, it'll eventually end, right? I guess it depends on expectations. Having a successful Life might be considered like winning the lottery. So if it doesn't happen, oh well, right? Death eventually comes. I wonder what that feels like. That must depend on the method. In general, I guess my body alarms will trigger, maybe a bit of pain, blurriness, lack of sensation, and a quick descent into unconsciousness and oblivion. Doesn't sound too bad at all. No idea about what happens after, but hey, we're all going there sometime.
Besides, it could be waaaaaaaay worse. I'm living in paradise in comparison to many other people. I live in a cozy house with temperature control, I have food to eat, I have loving family around me, I have internet access, and I have good friends, even if at a distance. I'm educated, I have useful skills and knowledge, including computer skills, which are almost ubiquitously useful these days, and I have freedom. I'm not a slave forced to work in diamond mines in Africa, I'm not kidnapped, my body is pretty much complete (no missing limbs or organs), I'm not a paralyzed person unable to communicate his death wish to the world, I'm not mentally disabled, and I'm not being forcefully used as a subject for intrusive and mind-blowing (literally) brain research.
I think that in general, having the ability to end one's life at any point is a fair privilege. The ability to pull the plug, to power off whenever things go terribly wrong. It's better to have it than not to have it, am I right?
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