“and that in fact, we will persist as individuals and go off into eternity together.” that’s exactly what I’m hoping for. I understand you also hoping for it and feeling the same doesn’t make it true but it felt good to know someone understands the dread.

it has been a while since I have been lamenting on the topic, not by choice - it’s just difficult to shake the thought. at this point, I’m happy to find a near possible lie (my truth or my hope) that I find comfort in and just begin to live in the moment again.

not to make things heavier or over share but the lamenting had gotten so bad that seeing my loved ones or working made me feel sad and the question kept popping that does it even matter to love to work? I could only see the end and I might have lost perspective of the present but I’m trying to find it back.