The longer we exist, the more we must let go. Do we fight against it, or accept it?
When the angel of death comes
I won’t cry.
I won’t weep and wallow
Oh why, why, why
I won’t bob and weave
When he swings his scythe
I’ll look that fucker right in the eye.
You taking me?
C’mon then, give it a try
I’ll go down swinging
When it’s my time to die
hydrashok@sh.itjust.works 3 days ago
Yes?
Rage against the dying of the light, always. But sooner or later the end will come for us all, and that’s the part that’s the hardest to accept on an individual level, in my opinion. I still get the occasional existential crisis.
Instead, be glad that you’re here now and do what you can to make the world better for yourself, your neighbors, and society as a whole while you are. That’s all any of us can hope to do. Leave it a little nicer than we found it.