So I was talking about mortality with someone. Since I’m such a cheery person.

So now I am wondering.
Why does anyone fear death?
If you are religious, and follow your religion, when you die, your deity welcomes you to eternal life in the promised land. And, depending on the religion, you get numerous ladies to bone.

If you are not religious, and just believe that it all ends, then poof. It’s over. No pain, no eternal hellfire. No purgatory. It’s just over.

Life, on the other hand. Life is fucking terrifying.

“I’m so sorry about the world we left for you to grow up in.” And how “The next generation is going to have it so rough…”

But I keep hearing from women who want grandkids/kids.
ARE YOU FORGETTING THE TERRIBLE WORLD THEY’LL GROW UP IN?!

So think of the children.

Don’t have any.

I don’t think you should get a tattoo if you still require parental consent. Even if you are one month away from being 18. Just wait the one month. It could literally save you a lifetime of regret.

There are some things everyone has in common. But those things differ. The one thing we all have in common that never changes, is that we are all aging constantly. Minute by minute. Day by day.

Now at first glance, that seems like an incredibly depressing outlook on life. And, to an extent, it is.
But do I seem like a depressed guy? I’m not. But I am constantly aware of the fact that yes, I am aging. And yes, I am going to die. So is literally everyone else on the planet. I maintain this awareness, but don’t allow it to alter the way I live my life.

Some people say live every day like it is your last. I think that is stupid. You know what isn’t? Living it like it’s the first day of the rest of your life. Nobody knows exactly when they will die. Unless they have plans to commit suicide. Otherwise, you have no idea. Heck, My heart could explode and I could drop dead on my keyboard right now.

But just because I am conscious of the fact that I’m not getting any younger, and because I am aware of the fact that every word I type could be my last, why should I let it make me all depressed? Personally, I see no point in dwelling on the inevitable. Yes, I am going to die. Why should I fret about it or count down the days? You know what else is going to happen? Team Fortress 2 will release another patch and I will have to update my server. Borderland 2 will be released and it will be awesome. I will go end up craving ice cream by the end of the day.

I am not a depressed person. I love life. I love the way my life is going. I love my friends, my family, my cat. Not to mention how fucking delicious this sandwich is (that honestly isn’t relevant to this post, I thought I would just tell you how delicious this sandwich is). But I am aware that yes, I am going to die. There is nothing wrong with being aware of that, just don’t let it dominate your lifestyle. I don’t care who you are, or what your life is like. There is good in your life. There is good in my life. And that is what I concern myself with.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I have another half of sandwich to eat.