Isolated wrote:
Hell noI remember when I was 7 a classmate of mine would say I wish I could live forever. I seriously didnโt understand why in the world youโd even want that. Iโm not afraid of dying, everything comes to an end eventually. after a while, I think Iโd suffer more from it than actually see a point of living anymore. Like, for example, why would I eat healthy? I wonโt die anyway. Or let alone to just eat. Iโd lose my core needs, since you only need them to survive. Iโd ponder about the meaning of life. Iโd take my time for granted, because Iโve got plenty of them anyway.There wouldnโt be any meaning anymore to do the things I do. Also, seeing all my loved ones die would be endlessly unbearable. Iโd have to deal with all this sadness and after a while, too much is too much.ย Side note;It reminds me of some K-drama called โGoblinโ itโs about a general from ancient times, who had killed thousands of people and therefore, got cursed with an immortal life. He felt blessed at first, despite that, he became miserable hundreds of years later. It was incredibly sad to watch him going through it
lmao why is this so long I feel like I wrote my lifestory