If You Think About It, Every One Of Us Will Die. Rich, Poor, Young Or Old, No Matter Who You Are Or What

If you think about it, every one of us will die. Rich, poor, young or old, no matter who you are or what you have achieved we all have the same destination. Dust to Earth. So why then do we keep burdening ourselves with worry, killing ourselves with anxiety, filling days and nights with incessant thoughts of what to do or what to accomplish, or if we have enough, or how to get more, when all of it, regardless of our popularity or fame or money, stands nothing in the face of death? Why then can't we just live simply, happy, and content and be kind to anyone and everyone we meet? Why then do we need to prove ourselves, that we can do this and that, be this and that, when in the end we will all be reduced to nothing? Why then do we wait forever to say I love you to the person we adore and why don't we spend time with the people who really matter to us when all we really have is this lifetime to spend? If you think about it, everyone of us will die. So why do we let ourselves suffer so? ~C.G.

Life asked death "Why do people love me but hate you so?" Death replied "Because, you are a beautiful lie and I am a painful truth"

Sadly Accurate Thoughts

No one fully realizes how many fucks they give until they no longer give them

I hate small talk. I want to talk about atoms, aliens, sex, magic, intellect, the meaning of life, far away galaxies, the lies you've told, your favorite scents, your childhood, what keeps you up at night, your insecurity and fears. I like people with depth, who speak with emotion and a twisted mind. I don't wanna hear about "what's up". ~W.P.

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