I believe that love that is true and real, creates a respite from death. All cowardice comes from not loving or not loving well, which is the same thing. And then the man who is brave and true looks death squarely in the face, like some rhino-hunters I know or Belmonte, who is truly brave... It is because they make love with sufficient passion, to push death out of their minds... until it returns, as it does, to all men... and then you must make really good love again.
My idea is that if I ever get to the point where I'm so fed up with everything that I see no other option than to kill myself I will take that feeling and use it to motivate myself to do the things I have always wanted to do but didn't out of fear. I just want to let go and hit rock bottom and not give a fuck about what anyone else has to say about it. After all if I'm going to die I might as well enjoy myself first.