The only time I would ever even consider suicide is if I was like ...75% burned to death, or had half of my body chopped off and my guts were hanging out ... you know, like merciful death, the kind of situation where I'd also considering merciful killing of someone else, not just myself.
I've known several people who've committed suicide and it causes so much pain and discord among the people you leave behind that I can't see it as anything as either A) an act of severe mental illness or B) an act of extreme selfishness. Either way, even looking at it in terms of myself, I've seen how my life can change and turn around, how fucked up situations have changed and then I've had luck and happiness and something completely different. Life is just like that. That's how it is.
Even when I'm depressed, I love myself too much to commit suicide. I love the human being that I am and the gifts and skills and potential that I have. Any time I would think of killing myself, I just think of killing myself as a child or a teenager. Would I do that? No, of course not. So why would I rob the world of this human being now?
I'm a de facto atheist, too, I'm not religious or anything, I just see how every person makes a difference, how we all affect one another and all the amazing things we can leave behind ... like people we've given birth to or houses we've built or hey, the cure for cancer like A.S. was saying...and THAT MATTERS. I think human happiness matters.
I think there's a beauty in just being alive, you know? That's the only reason I could have even considered ISFP as a type at one point...I'm just happy to see life...to see cats and trees and grass and other living things, human or otherwise. Life is beautiful, especially when that life can be provided with maximum health and happiness.
Life *is* the point.