The odds of me taking my own life one day, that's a bet I would definitely take. It might not be for a while. It could be years and years down the road, when I'm old and grey. When the skin sags low beneath my bones, and my teeth are not even teeth anymore.
It could be today. It could be tomorrow. It could be next month, next year. It could be any time.
It could happen when I have been weakened to a point of breaking at the slightest touch.
It could be because I need that sense of control, and knowing it's the only thing in my life I actually can take charge of.
It could be that I lose all sense of importance, and realize I have no more purpose here on this spinning ball of dirt.