No articulation regardless of its depth of meaning has the accuracy to cast truth, even at low resolution, of what truly happened when one decided to end the journey by themself. The fact that we can't extract the ultimate reasoning from reality to either deny or validate a given final examination of anything, makes the very fundamental of suicide itself inhabits the framework beyond our ignorant mortality in the face of infinite interpretations, if not endless truths. If anything, I’d argue that the action goes beyond the contrast between existentialism and nihilism. Because is it fear of the future, or a courageous leap towards the unknown after? is it a matter of weakness? or could it be a strength in voluntary departure?
Despite the fact that we were built to endure and survive, with the mind invented for earthly steps and progress, all things considered, there shouldn’t be a reason for the glimmering will to escape the existential tunnel to be ashamed of, and it’s too vicious and dangerous to be left and censored in the cruel category of taboo. Until now, the ever-repeating question consists in the same strong direction; assuming it's a subject of prevention, then what's the solution — asked without a question mark. And there are many attempts across cultures with their own grand narratives, if not social dogma, to fill the blank.
Nietzsche offered one; to become The Übermensch, a man of his own value against the flux of nature, a rather transcendent approach for one to orient themself properly with absolute independent control.
— Challenged by Jung, who implies that a single human lifespan can’t maintain both the invention & cultivation of value, and to strive for the integration of self with the collective unconscious was proposed to be the best thing we could try against anything that might be the consequence of lacking awareness, which might cause something even worse than suicide.
The often assumed nihilist, Kafka, with his existential framework invited us to dive down into the abyss and take the desire to die as nothing but a sign of existential understanding — his statue still remains tough and rigid.
It’s not too hard to see that each of these three has the same exact core; trajectory. Because perhaps there's where we find meaning. The divine pursuit towards the highest hill in respect to the darkest trench -- not mere happiness. Because what’s the alternative to that when the rainbow doesn’t shine? being self-destructive within the intellectual tent of nihilism? or even worse, possessing a dogmatic ideology for the sake of keeping the emptiness filled? — No.
There is more to us than it was to such.
