I guess you don’t ever know what kind of worms are in someone else’s brain. I have heard that many? lots? a number? of people contemplate suicide. I have never. But there is still some inkling in my psyche that there is an “aw f*ck it all, what does it matter” point.
I find myself saying goddammit Bourdain, you were an inspiration to the planet - why?
But maybe being an inspiration to the planet is a heavy burden...
You can’t solve a problem without first understanding what the problem is.