I want to be thoroughly used up when I die, for the harder I work the more I live. I rejoice in life for its own sake.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I want to be all used up when I die.
I don't want to have lived in vain like most people. I want to be useful or bring enjoyment to all people, even those I've never met. I want to go on living even after my death!
If you are fully alive to the prospect of dying, you really start reprioritising your life.
I'm the one that has to die when it's time for me to die, so let me live my life, the way I want to.
I know that one day I'm going to die. I want to accomplish as much as I can before I do.
I make preparations both to live and to die every day, but with the emphasis on not dying, and on acting as if I was going to carry on living.
The thought that all experience will be lost at the moment of my death makes me feel pain and fear... What a waste, decades spent building up experience, only to throw it all away... We remedy this sadness by working. For example, by writing, painting, or building cities.
I'm trying to learn, as I'm in my 40s, to embrace what I've been able to achieve and be proud of it. And I know there's roles that I will want to play before I die, but I'm still just taking one day at a time.
While living I want to live well.
What makes life worth living? Better surely, to yield to the stain of suicide blood in me and seek forgetfulness in the embrace of cold dark death.