Is It Weird To Think About Death?
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Última publicación sáb, abr 27, 2019
What's the point of life if you don't think about death?
We all think about death. Some of us think about it from time to time and some of us pride ourselves on barely thinking about it at all. Then there's that special group who thinks about it endlessly.
We're liberated from the daily grind and the anxieties and fears that really just seem like ignorance next to the one big thing that could actually ruin your day: death.
Because everything seems pretty insignificant next to that. Everything seems irrelevant next to the godfather of all problems. Every bad day seems pretty damn good when it's compared to having no more days at all.
Credit for most of this info and writing goes to elitedaily.com
Other credits go to google and other unofficial websites for death-related facts
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