Reason to live

People choose to die or, more commonly, to avoid death.

Far, far more commonly, they choose to read a book, go for a run, take a bus to work, have sex, get drunk, fry up a hot dog, get a flu shot, or take a nap.

People don't need a reason to live and never really have to choose it since they will go on living so long as they avoid dying - and fear generally motivates that - , eat when they are hungry, and so on.

They normally die despite trying not to, or when unconscious, or from something sudden or anyway not at all voluntary.

But sometimes by choice, in which event they think they have reason to die, even if only that they are sick of life.

Thoughts provoked by the thought of reading Being and Nothingness, again.