Committing suicide so as not to be murdered is the worst reason I’ve ever heard of to die.
Personally, I don’t like inherently happy people. I don’t trust them. I think there’s something seriously wrong with anyone who isn’t at least a little let down by the world.
For what it’s worth, I think happiness is a fleeting condition, not a permanent state of goddamn mind. I’ve learned that if you chase after moments of bliss here and there, sometimes those moments will sustain you through the shit.