Anything that doesn't take years of your life and drive you to suicide hardly seems worth doing.
If people knew the story of their lives how many would then elect to live them? People speak about what is in store. But there is nothing in store. The day is made of what has come before. The world itself must be surprised at the shape of that which appears. Perhaps even God.
He can give me what you cannot. Death is not a lover. Oh yes, he is.
Any time you're throwin dirt you're losin ground.
When you die it's the same as if everybody else did too.
Each the others world entire.