Today I thought about death
Is it weird to find comfort in death? Today, I think I understood why death can be such a releving thought it's contradictory, but... when drowning in the anxiety of a billion thoughts about what could happen the certainty of death feel like an anchor, something that will happen and itis in your control. When so much things present themselves as possibilities, just knowing myself mortal feels relaxing. Nothing else matters, and in looking at the unavoidable end I see the perspective of the now. I feel Myself breeding. If death is waiting for me, why wouldn't life to the same?