The concept of suffering is certainly not a newly constructed one. Though it must be included that Yanagihara weaved words in an emotionally intelligent way to form a bittersweet piece filled with melancholy. Jude is a throughly broken soul and his eventual demise that close his chapter of seemingly endless spiraling in depression and anxiety cannot be deemed as entirely surprising. Somethings cannot be put together or mended as one again, creating what was once a peaceful, form-fitting whole. Holding back and not letting go will only bring temporary satisfaction that eventually fades into what is truly destined to be. While this undeniably brings the question of faith and destiny in the picture, it is not to be regarded as the main idea of the novel as this work as a whole, holds much more inside it than to form a one single question. If we were to place Jude's death as faith, is it possible to go through the same process of thinking for Willem and Malcolm's unforeseen doom? It may be written of as paving the way and forcing Jude to finally let go, as there was nothing left to truly hold him in earth. What was tying him is now gone, and like a helium filled balloon tied in a child's flimsy and tiny wrist to keep it from flying away, once the curious mind of the child frees the balloon and lets it go, there is nothing else for the balloon to do, except flying away and burning bright in Sun's glory. All too similar to Icarus.