And the world goes on, and nobody cares, and you’re just a plain, normal person. You were born, went/go to school, have/will get a job, and you will die. Full stop, the end. Life and death aren’t that hard, you just make them complicated. Stop making things difficult, stop thinking too much and just live while you can. You only live once. There could be another side, or maybe you’re just not quite dead yet. Maybe the mind has to die too, and that’s how you die. A body without a soul is worthless and a body without a brain is too painful to think about. Love is strong, but love is inhumane. Do you love someone’s non-responsive company, or their thoughts and opinions? Do you love someone’s body, or do you love their personality? If the later in both cases were to be taken away from those I love, then they do not exist. That which I loved about them is dead and gone, and you cannot bring back the dead, no matter how hard you try.
The end.