The paradox of hedonism. Pleasure defines all the everyday things except love, distractions. Happiness defines love in its purest form. I use the word love just to be understandable. There're no theories when it comes down to the reason of your existence, your purpose. Either you know it and try to possess it or you're losing yourself into the boringness of your mortality. Suicide comes in many forms but the reason is always the same, death. How many of you drive recklessly or smoking or have an unhealthy diet or any other thing that hurts your body, your mind or the people around you. Death drive. If there's nothing after death and our consciousness just dies with our body, then what's the point? Believing that, it's the same as to believe in nothing. For example, I know what I want, why I'm here, but due to certain difficulties I can't possess it. It's light years away from my reach. I can continue to live through all these meaningless distractions or I can just kill myself. A rational suicide is exactly this. Hedonism is not good, it's just a distraction. On the other hand, happiness in its purest form will force you to evolve. To be better as a human and as an animal. I could expand further but my inglesias is pretty bad. There're no theories, no opinions, only facts, but then again I know nothing. Sokrates ending is any philosopher's ending. Careful where you dwell into.

PS lokihellsson To understand rational suicide better, try to think the young and ill. A sudden disease that forces you to change the way you lived is the worst thing that can happen to anyone's life. Living a half life is like being half dead. Suicide just completes a predetermined action.