In early youth, as we contemplate our coming life, we are like children in a theatre before the curtain is raised, sitting there in high spirits and eagerly waiting for the play to begin.

On one side of the TikTok split screen was a middle-aged man, ranting that “millennials and Generation Z have the Peter Pan syndrome.” On the other side of the screen, a teenager contemplated the rant before silently holding up a notepad, and the phrase “OK Boomer” was born.

It is enough for me to contemplate the mystery of conscious life perpetuating itself through all eternity, to reflect upon the marvelous structure of the universe which we can dimly perceive, and to try humbly to comprehend even an infinitesimal part of the intelligence manifested in nature.

Tom said that he had contemplated suicide.

The doctor contemplated the difficult operation.

He contemplated the image.

The teacher contemplated me for a while.

He contemplated taking a trip to Paris.

Tom said he had contemplated suicide.

Have you ever contemplated suicide?