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When you think about it, we are kind of like machines. But instead of codes, our scripts consist of habits and unmanifested intentions. Once in a while, something goes amiss: We skip a day, we unravel years of habit-building. One mistake is all it takes. Maintenance won’t kill you, but we downplay the sheer amount of effort to carry on. Death, on the other hand, is easy. Anyone can do it. Staying alive is not. You have to have enough to eat. You have to sleep. You have to look at where you’re going in case there’s a car or a train or a coconut falling or a shark when you’re swimming. But most of us don’t end up taking our own lives, we look right and left when we cross the road - even when we know how unbearable life can get - even when we say to ourselves - enough - no more - why? Why is our willpower to live so powerful? How do we end up clinging hard to this life that we never ask for in the first place?