When is life not worth living?

Answer 1

When you've lived all you can and your body, spirit and mind have decided that the time has come to rest the body and enter the afterlife so that you can keep living, just in new form.

Answer 2

Life to me is always worth living - Even during the down times i have gained valuable knowledge and life experience. If the question was about a terminal illness or being a paraplegic then i think it comes down to personal choice. I think that if you asked this question because you want to commit suicide then i implore you to get some councelling and help. Dont give up, These lyrics have helped me out:

I have come curiously close to the end, down
Beneath my self-indulgent pitiful hole.
Defeated,
I concede and move closer. I may find comfort here.
I may find peace within the emptiness. How pitiful.
And it's calling me.
It's calling me.
It's calling me.
It's calling me.

And in my darkest moment, fetal and weeping.
The moon tells me a secret. My confidant.
As full and bright as I am, this light is not my own and
A million light reflections pass over me
It's source is bright and endless.
She resuscitates the hopeless
Without her we are lifeless satellites dreaming dreams
And as I pull my head out I am without one doubt
Don't want to be down here soothing my narcissism
I must crucify the ego before it's far too late
I pray the light lifts me out before I pine away.
before I pine away.
before I pine away.
before I pine away.

So crucify the ego before it's far too late
To leave behind this place so negative and blind and cynical
And you will come to find that we are all one mind
Capable of all that's imagined and all conceivable
Just let the light touch you and let the words spill thorough
Just let them pass right through, bringing out our hope and reason.

before we pine away.
before we pine away.
before we pine away.
before we pine away.
REFLECTION by tool album:Lateralus

Answer 3

I've had some experience with this question in my life, - several times in fact. It was not until the 3rd time that death came to visit, that I got an explaination that I could understand, and one which left me comfort, peace, and not only hope but a great sense of relief.

Other than the several times when I was clinically dead, - and then revived after a horrible motorcycle -v- semi / car / car accident on the Interstate Hwy, (I was on the motorcycle, I got hit by a semi truck, then hit by a car, and finally run over by another car at high way speeds), I was on the "sidelines" so to speak , when others hovered on the threshold between this reality and the next; some afraid to leave, some in too much pain to want to stay, others numb with shock looking into both realities, not understanding what was happening to them.

And then Nigel was Shot. October, 1970, Republic of South Viet Nam, III Corps, Lam Dong Provience, about 3 clicks west of Boa Loc. At appox 1700 hours we walked into an ambush along a bush trail. The firefight was over almost as quickly as it began, although the moments seem to slip into hours was live rounds crack and sizzle thru the air just inches from your face and head, and you can hear the enemy running thru the bush like pheasants thru a cornfield. Then abruptly there are a few random single shots, and nothing. only insect noises, and the sizzle of sweat droplets boiling
on gun barrels and recievers and the cries and moans of the wounded. I waited for a full minute, you don't breath, so hard are you staining to hear for some sign of a rustle or a furtive movement in the bush beyond to alert you that the eneemy is still there. Then there is the Thump! Thump! Thump! in the brush ahead followed by a bellowing American voice calling "GRENADE"!!!. As you shove your face and body into the dirt - trying to become part of the soil, three explosions rock the inside of the enemry camp - with no response.

Point and 1st fire team move cautiously and quickly forward to reconoiter, 2nd team covering. 3rd team moves up and begins pulling out the wounded and giving first aide to those who need immediate care. My Tripod and Belt man is just to my left and slightlu behind me, as I turn to check on his whereabouts, I can see he is hit, and lying on his side in a fetal position, softly keening. I've know Nigel, a black london east ender, and devout Hindu since my 1st week "in country", almost 21 months ago.

I crawl back and try to examine his wounds to see if I can feild dress the would, and and more compresses til the medics arrive. His face is flush, the whites of his eyes are yellow and rheumy, his face is in a deep grimace of pain, and his breath is comming in short harsh puffs - like he's preparing for a long underwater breath holding contest. I proceed to ask the stupidous question in my life: "Nigel are you alright?" He focuses for a split second on me - and says quite distinctly - and says in very proper english "Ah - No man, I'm a hurtin' here, and am a dying for sure."

"I need to ask you a favor" he continued. "First I need a shot of pain killer, (morphine)". (We all carried auto injectors or Morphine), you simply tear a seal strip off, remove the plastic end caps, and slp into your thigh, and BINGO! you've just given yourself a retty go shot of medical grade Pharmacutical Morphine.

Next he said there was a letter inside his shirt / flack jacket, inside a plastic bag, that must get to his wife Isobel' upon his death, - which he said would be very soon.

Lastly, he said he had somerthing to give to me his friend who was "lost". He often said i was lost because i did not fervently embrace any organized religion. I believe in a higher power in the universe, but do not subscribe to the notion that he is a Luthern, Cathoilic, Buddist Monk, of Cathoilic Priest, or anyother religious figure here on earth.

He said not to grieve for him when his spirit left it's earth bound shell. And while he did not "Want" to die - he was OK with leaving this life behind and moving on to the next reincarnation, for in the "next" life he would continue to learn, to love, and with a better understanding of life and living. most people have only one shot at how and why they live the lives they do. I said he could still fight this, he did not have to die from this injury , he had the heart to survive if he wanted to. He agreed, but went on the talk about "quality of life issues".

He said that the Injury had blown his spine apart

Answer 4

I say never. Life can seem terrible att imes but things are always changing and it seems like life is good again.

Answer 5

life is worth living if you have GOD in your life. he gives you hope and happiness.pray

Answer 6

Never.Its always worth living

Answer 7

When there is nothing left to do, or see, or touch, or feel, or think, or taste, or hear or smell, read, laugh about, cry over.

The list is endless.

Answer 8

When change or growth does not exist

Answer 9

When your nears and dears are not with you.