Fear

There is something i feel that many people, throughout their lives, lose sight of: the fact that one day we are all going to be dead, we will simply reach the end of our lifetime and pass on. Now, I'm not saying we don't all know this, most people know it. It's because we know this that we created religion, which we use merely as a way to avoid the subject of real, permanent death, of actually not existing. No, people have not forgotten it, they've just distracted themselves from the real thing, real death. Ultimately, it doesn't matter what you do in your meager little life, you will die, quite soon in the grand scheme of things, and be forgotten.

Now, there are a lot of things people worry about from day to day, but, unless you follow some form of obscene deity who promises you immortality, many of them are quite frivolous. Actually, they're frivolous especially if you believe in some kind of obscene deity. In your life there are very few things that matter, because, no matter what you do, no matter how hard you try, you're always just fighting your way towards a better death.

Really, there's nothing that you have to do in life. Do nothing and you'll only die a little faster than the rest of us; put in a little effort by eating every once in a while and you'll survive for at least a few years, but, for many of us, those few years are not enough; that meager existence would simply not be enough for us, which is why we choose to overload ourselves with work and conflict which, complication our lives in a fashion which we claim to hate. We validate our own existences by making others' seem less than our own, meager in comparison to what we have accomplished. We fight our ways up some infinite ladder, one which the bottom cannot be seen, only felt, and the top is strived for, but never reached.

So, you might have a hard time one day, you might slip up, and what you do might cause irrevocable damage to you life, but really, what's the worst that can happen? You'll only die. Now, let's suppose you live you life perfectly, not a single flaw, everything goes exactly as you want it to and you never face a single bit of conflict, hatred, or pain. You'll still only die.

So, really there's not much to worry about in life, because the end result will always be the same. We should make the best of the time we have and not dwell on the few mishaps that we encounter. Everyone has problems, everybody's broken, but what matters is what we make of it.