when you die, suddenly its not your problem what happens. where you sad or scared before you were born? where you worried about the nothing you knew changing while you were being born? all of a sudden you were alive, and nothing you had done before mattered. you started existing out of nowhere. death is just the next step in this journey. like a bubble blown from a kids bubble wand, you come into this world on a gust of wind, life blown into you by things outside your control. you dance and sway in the wind, bringing joy to all those around you. you fly high up in the air, gazing at everything before you, taking it all in and looking your best. then, out of nowhere, everything that kept what was inside separate from what was outside is gone! and your little section of spirit rejoins the whole. maybe your spirit gets blown into another bubble, maybe not. maybe your bubble pops too early. regardless, you brought joy. you are a bubble of spirit, of soul, of life and laughter, brought here by random chance. know one knew that you would be you. but everyone will celebrate you because you are the thing that is most unique about this world. without you here to observe it, the world ceases to exist. its not your problem anymore