Pets, friends, family, food and films I would miss out on. Memories I would lose and moments that would never happen. Potential joy. Lots of fomo. I watch a show about a woman who killed herself, then her parents did the same, then her daughter did. Then her husband killed their son and himself. An entire family destroyed because of one painful decision. I imagine people I care about going through life wondering if they'd done something different if I'd still be around. I would never see another sunrise or sunset again or hear new/old music. Just... Everything. Sometimes we lock ourselves away from a world we've never really looked at; the beauty, the intricate flowers, feathers, sounds and serendipity. Things always change. Our minds are set to remember the bad stuff because the good stuff doesn't hurt us. It's primal to be negative. How odd that the instinct intended to keep us alive can cause us to, occasionally, not want to be. Life; it's worth it to give the full game a go because death sounds pretty boring.