Early Morning
Someone once joked that I'm "obsessed" with death.
As if I was some morbid person who thought constantly about dying and slept in a coffin and hung out in cemeteries. And he based it on the fact that I'm a big fan of "Six Feet Under", taoism, Thomas Lynch, and thinking about death.
But the thing is, I'm not obsessed with death.
Well, not just death.
I like considering what life means, as well. Because, didn't someone once say that the unexamined life isn't worth living?
In examining life and death, you walk away with a much more complete sense of what life might mean to you on an individual level. Or at least that's what I think.
But it's early morning.
What the fuck do I know?
As if I was some morbid person who thought constantly about dying and slept in a coffin and hung out in cemeteries. And he based it on the fact that I'm a big fan of "Six Feet Under", taoism, Thomas Lynch, and thinking about death.
But the thing is, I'm not obsessed with death.
Well, not just death.
I like considering what life means, as well. Because, didn't someone once say that the unexamined life isn't worth living?
In examining life and death, you walk away with a much more complete sense of what life might mean to you on an individual level. Or at least that's what I think.
But it's early morning.
What the fuck do I know?
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