Admit it, sometimes you just get hit of depressive curiosity...

So, here it is.

Are we biologically hardwired to assume that from birth, we have to prove our importance, our relevance?
We have this drive for success(I like to call it "Love"), we are just addicted right from the start that we need to have an impact to society, to your parents, or sometimes just for ourselves, but then again, why do we feel that we are much more important than everything else? Why do we care so much about it?

And then, why is it that philosophers, after countless sleepless nights of studying and wondering ends up taking their own life, is that the peak of the summit? that after you achieved your definition of success, it is then "okay" to die?

Isn't the end game of life is to just die?

Then, what's wrong in taking you own life now?
You're important to who or what exactly?