I am going to die.
Now I don't know when it'll happen, or who I'll last speak to, or even how it will happen or how I'll be remembered. I don't know. Nobody knows.
And yet still, one of the most common fears we have as humans is the idea that we will one day cease to exist. We will no longer have the ability to build upon our ideas, to see our loved ones, or to experience the things we've always wanted to do. But why stress about it?
Yes, you might die without ever getting to meet that person you aspired to, without going to the place you dreamt of, or without accomplishing that thing you'd thought about ever since you were a child. But why fear it?
There is no such thing as a fully fulfilling life. There will always be people you never met, places you never went to, and jobs you never had. There is always more to do; there is always more to experience.
So take life one day at a time. Do what makes you happy in that exact moment; have fun while you have the chance. But don't be afraid.
Death is hard. It pours stress into people's minds and strikes fear into their hearts. Death is wept over constantly. It's questioned just as often.
What happens after we die? Where do we go? Who do we see? What if this happens? What about this? What if? What if? What if?
What if? What if it doesn't matter?
What if none of it matters?
I don't know.
But I'm not afraid anymore.
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《The Opposite Of Writers Block》
De TodoI'll post things here, such as oneshots and OCs. I'll make up little things and never have to worry about plot or anything similar. The style will definitely vary, especially depending on how I'm feeling at the time. If enough people want a develope...