We spend our days bound by endless obligations. Yet, even with loneliness, failed relationships, and soul-draining work, people still manage to catch a glimpse of happiness. Why?
We spend our days bound by endless obligations. Yet, even with loneliness, failed relationships, and soul-draining work, people still manage to catch a glimpse of happiness. Why?
Nothing happens to you after you die. The pieces to pick up and carry on is on those we leave behind, if we are remembered well. If not, the pieces to pick up and throw out is on them too, anyway.
If nothing happens after we die, it’s the same thing as that nothing happens in a movie after it’s ended. I hope that the character I was will still exist in peoples’ mind even after I go. I’ve recently started to embrace that “All the world’s a stage” thing a lot and lot more, recently.
“All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts,”