A lot of people seem to be suicidal because there's something that has caused them pain, and the pain or hopelessness surrounding it is so great that they can't see how it will ever end. They take anti-depressants to lessen those negative feelings, or want others to show them that they care or are there to help, etc. I can understand where people like that are coming from, but it's never been my issue. My issue is I plain don't understand life. Very few people can say that they're truly happy in their lives, that they're completely satisfied. Either their job sucks, their family life isn't pleasant, they're single and hate being alone... whatever the reason, there's a lot of unhappy people out there. So what makes them push on? How can they continue trudging forward when they aren't happy? What is it that makes somebody motivated to get out of bed so they can be on time for the job they hate? Or even if they don't hate the job, wouldn't they rather be somewhere else? I really don't understand it. I don't believe in any kind of afterlife. I think that when you're dead that's it, you no longer exist. If that's the case what would it matter if you're dead or alive, really? Yeah there's some people who will be upset if you're gone, but what does it matter? They're going to die too someday. If we're dead and no longer exist we wouldn't have any regrets about being dead, or those people who were sad that we died, they wouldn't even exist to be sad anymore. It just seems that ultimately everything is meaningless, so how do people put forth so much effort to protect and pro-long their life when they're unhappy living it? It seems so pointless, so insignificant. If I thought there was something after life I'm sure my outlook would be different, but I don't. Every day I wake up and try to fill another day so that I'm not bored out of my mind (which I usually am) and I dread going to sleep because all it means is there's going to be yet another day that has to be filled. And for what? Many times I've thought of laying face first on the pillow and slipping away, or take some pills and go lay down in a shower. I'm not saying this because I'm going to do it or because I want attention, I'm saying it because I don't want to keep thinking it and never tell anyone. I want you to be able to understand just how much this question confuses me. So what am I missing? Where does the motivation to live come from? To push through the crap you have to deal so that you can live a bit longer, all the while not being happy with your existence? I don't feel sad about anything. I'm not feeling any pain about any issues. There's nothing I can even think of that I want (not anything that's possible at least). All I feel is confused and frustrated, day-in-day-out. I watch people going about their lives and I truly don't understand how or why they do what they do.