A moving man will surely meet his luck. The one who is out, talking, building, showing up, trying things, going places. Luck is not random. It is what happens when you are in enough motion that opportunity has somewhere to land. Stay still and luck has no way to find you. Keep moving and it is almost inevitable.
I have never seen an animal commit suicide.
I find it interesting that animals, especially apex predators, don't appear to conceptualize “hopelessness” the way humans do.
Even at the brink of death, they fight, bite, claw, and persist without turning their suffering into despair.