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[finite_]

And suddenly I was hit with a sense of my own mortality, it seems so odd that after so much depression and thoughts of suicide, that I realise my life is too short. And one day I won't be able to look up at the stars anymore, one day I won't be able to do anything I once loved, and suddenly I feel as if I am squandering what little time I have left

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Words of comfort existential style

[gsyh]

One day our sun would stop burning and there will be nothing we could do about it. Either way the world will end one day, be we happy or sad. Of course what we do will have an effect on how soon it ends, but it's still a definite ending eventually. With that in mind, why worry over the inevitable? Why not be happy and do as much you want as you can while you can before you die? If worrying about aging and death won't push it back, and feel bad, why do it?

Hey, came here via your comment at manitoblog's journal.