I like to believe the void is our natural state of being. We existed in peace, where we belonged, until we caught a disease that forced consciousness upon us.
Life is a disease, sexually transmitted, and thankfully.. invariably fatal.
Until then, I force myself to endure life. With conscioisness, comes survival instinct. I am not sure if I will ever decide to kill myself. If I am going to suffer existence in the meantime, I will at least try to enjoy it - if only to pass the time through escapism and avoidance of abject misery. I do not often succeed. Life is a struggle to even attempt to enjoy, and misery comes far too easily. Time does not pass nearly fast enough.