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Originally Posted by Isbjørn
How the **** do people deal with the crushing anxiety imposed by the inevitability of death? This **** gives me panic attacks, and sometimes I wonder why I even bother living at all when it will all be over one day. Of course I wouldn't end it, since you can't have sex, party, eat chocolate and go hiking when you're dead, but those things sometimes lose their fun when I know I'll be dead one day, nomsayin'?
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Eh. Like MLM said, there was a time before you were born, and in that time were you sad or in pain? Death is simply going back to that time, from wence the cosmos' womb you left, and your mother's womb entered. You treat death like it's a stranger, some intruder that wants to steal everything that you have. But you've met it before, and fared none the worse for the meeting. It's the soil from which you grew. Meet it again as a friend, not an enemy. You owe it that much.