And then it hit me: we're all going to die.
At one point our hearts will hammer out it's last beat and shut down forever, it's inevitable. As we lie cold and limp our loved ones drench our hair and new ties with tears as they toss us into our grave; we return the carbon we borrowed back to the worms as we turn into food for invertibrates and fertilizer for daisies. I don't fear this day, it's like trying to run off the planet, no point. There is wasted energy in fear. Fear leads to the creation of places like Heaven, as if leaving this planet will be better if our souls fly off to some perfectly established palace floating in the clouds. I suppose there's nothing wrong with hope, but it just seems like wasted breath. Don' focus on where you're heading in the afterlife. Every day you are on this planet, you have decisions you have to make. Do you let the small things get to you? Do you let insignificant hours take over your thoughts?.Are you going to let people and materials get in the way of you're aspirations? This is clichéd, but we do live only once, and then we're gone. Just a shell in the ground. Let's make the most of what we've got.