Ever since childhood, when I found out that the ultimate fate for all humans was death, sheer terror and morbid curiosity had been fighting for supremacy in my mind.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Death has always had a prominent place in my mind. There are times when I think somebody might kill me.
Being halfway through my life, I think we start feeling less invincible and we start thinking more about the important things.
To have my mind racing and my heart beating fast over glorious possibilities is very close to the summit of life experience for me.
For me, growing up, I felt like there was something fatally and tragically flawed in my nature and that it was my duty to try to avoid falling for that vice.
To the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure.
The fate of animals is of greater importance to me than the fear of appearing ridiculous; it is indissolubly connected with the fate of men.
When I was very young I was sort of floored by the fact that my mother and my father and everyone I knew was going to die one day, and myself too. I had a sort of a philosophical crisis. I couldn't believe that we were mortal.
For the longest, I was slightly naive when it came to the real world. There were a lot of fears I was afraid to conquer that were just holding me back from standing up for myself or taking chances.
When my parents died, it became clear to me that there was an end in sight. Death was never a real thing to me. And then when that happened I realized I only have so many years left, if I'm lucky.
The desire to die was my one and only concern; to it I have sacrificed everything, even death.