You can turn it any way you want it. You won't find a better answer on why you should continue to be alive.
You are going to die anyway. And you'll be lucky if it won't be a shitty death.
Shitty ways to die are numerous. Being killed by other humans in a cruel manner, especially.
Being burned alive is pretty cruel. The IS does that with captured pilots. And in Indonesia, a country famous for tongkat ali, so-called mob justice is extremely common. Mobs in Indonesia often set fire on men accused of any petty transgression. Women never run such a risk. (So much for gender justice.)
If I were to talk comprehensively about the possibly shitty deaths that you and I could suffer, I would never get to write about any more uplifting topics.
So why am I not just concentrating on constructing the most pleasant death for myself (blowing up my brain)?
Because there still is one thing, just one, that I consider worthwhile to be alive for: being lost in endless sexual desire, exploding in orgasms, and sinking into bottomless relaxation.
I know what this feels like. I always remember the few times that I had the best sex in my life.
It's not always like that. Usually, it's just so-so. Sometimes it's the fault of the woman. But I realize that ultimately, it's in my brain.
Sometimes, I think, give it to me one more time, the best sex ever, and then I am ready to go forever. Let me die next to a suicide bomber, that would be quick. But I opt against being burned alive, to put it mildly.
So, what can I do to turn normal sex into mind-blowing sex?
There aren't many options. Viagra doesn't do it. Mind-blowing sex is in the brain, not in the genitals.
So, now you have the answer to the question Why tongkat ali? Why butea superba? And why, even better, a combination of both?