My constant companion

There is a certain energy in desperation, that last reserve that serves to push you over the edge in times of need. Sometimes, it grants the ability to push through unfathomable adversity. More often it steels you just enough to succumb. When a person gets right down to the end of their rope, unable to maintain any longer, the all-too-common reaction is to end it all. It could be just a one time thought, or the actual deed, but in true crisis, it is our lot to turn towards self destruction. But why? If one's life is so intolerable that death is preferable to living another day, why not just change the offending life? Obviously, you can't sink any farther, why not quit your job, move, take up a hobby, find new friends, change everything about your life? The result can hardly be worse than life as it is. So much good could be done if one would just harness that last kick of willpower for something positive, creative, instead of destructive. And if it doesn't work out, you can always kill yourself tomorrow.