The Reason I Never Want to Die

I was listening to the news the other night and one particular line caught my attention.
I'm not sure what the story was about but the reporter said this:
“His brother’s death ripped his family apart.”

And I thought of something once again, that I have thought a few times lately.

I never want to die.

Not because I love life too much.
Well, I do love life, very much, and I would be sad to leave it. I'm sure that most people would.
But thats not the reason I never want to die.

The reason I never want to die is because it will cause other people pain.

Now, here I could be my modest self and say something like "well, at least I assume that I would cause people pain when I die and that hopefully no one would celebrate." But I know that I have people who love me very much and I know that those people will feel pain when I die.

But I don’t want to cause them pain.

I can’t bear the thought of someone being in so much pain because of me. After all, I am the one who is inflicting it upon them. And emotional pain is the worst sort of pain because it cannot be easily cured. There is always a cost of artificially removing that pain; either money wise (holiday etc) or physically (drugs, cutting etc). So I have come to one conclusion.

I'm just not going to die.
Simple.