I wrote the below for an essay I'm working on, speaking to some of the reasons I've been writing about (against) suicide:

I’m interested in human meaning, especially the kind that exists outside the individual, in the culture and the community. I believe that the feeling of meaning is sufficient to the definition of meaning, just as the feeling of love is sufficient to the definition of love. (Of course we sometimes don't feel love, but that doesn't make us say love doesn't exist.) I believe this question of suicide allows us to see ourselves as more profoundly connected to others, and able to relax our need to each generate the entire meaning of life on our own.