Living is always a sort of fight against people, pain, hunger, the society, deseases and anything else you'll add. Of course dying is a quite easy thing to do if you want to: the gesture is very easy, I mean, it takes a second or less; but you preparation can last your whole life. Anyway, living can seem easy too: I bet you don't usually think you want to, you never think about, but naturally you just live. So life may be just a long difficult preparation to death... or not. It's up to you. Life wouldn't be so beautiful if it wasn't difficult and painful - you never appreciate too much things you got freely, isn't it? That's because men are made for defies. So I think death is the deep rest after an amazing adventure...