" In morbid mourning? Why bemoan your death and weep in sorrow?
For if you’ve relished the life that you have led, if you did not
Gather all your blessings, as it were, in a leaky pot
So that they’ve drained away and perished, with no chance to please,
Why not, like a banquet guest, who’s drunk life to the lees,
Depart, you dolt, and go to peaceful rest, your mind at ease?
But if all the good you got was wasted, poured away,
And life is hateful to you, why seek to extend its stay? –
All will just turn out wrong and perish profitless again.
Why do you not, instead, make an end of life and all its pain?
For there’s no further pleasure I can think up or invent
For you – it’s always the same. "

― Lucretius , The Way Things Are