>>5941426Don't worry. You're not alone.
I'm two years past high school, already set in my general profession, and it looks like I'm never going to make a lot of money and it will always be a labor of love, provided I can even get work in my field.
I am also slowly coming to terms with my eventual death, and the fact that there will be nothing after that. I am beginning to see how it will be a relief instead of a horrifying leap into nothing. Eventually my body will have broken down to the point that it will be a welcome release. Each day I wake up and I have these thoughts. They started about three years ago, and I have not missed a day since.
Beneath the faces of the people I meet every day, I am starting to see that silent struggle against what they know is inevitable.
I was struck by something recently.
A man who builds a great empire that spans many thousands of miles and whose name lives on for a thousand years will have had just as much meaning and value in his life as a man who dies, alone and homeless in the street after an anonymous lifetime of hardship and squalor.
We're all going to die. All of us! What a circus. That alone should make us love each other, but it doesn't. We're terrorized by trivialities. We are worn away by nothing.
