The thought of seacing to exist really frightens me. I mean, we get so used to life, external stimuli, whatever, and then what? We just fizzle out like some matchstick in the wind? I mean, I've heard the saying "life isn't fair," but LIFE REALLY ISN'T FAIR!
I used to have panic attacks where I'd run to my mom screaming "I don't want to die!"
Now for some reason, the panic attacks are re-occuring. I don't go to Mom anymore, but it gets harder to understand that death, in whatever form it may come in, is indeed inevitable.
I wonder what my opinion would be like about 40 years from now?
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