Can you imagine what it is like, knowing you are going to die? There's not enough time, not enough words, never the right words, at the end you think about everything you didn't have time to say or everyone you didn't have time to farewell, you end up with regret pressing in from all sides, every tiny thing you've ever failed to make up for and now there is no time. There is never enough time.
Their lives have worth and meaning now, however mundane the day to day may seem. It shouldn't be upended because of our impotence and guilt.
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Their lives have worth and meaning now, however mundane the day to day may seem. It shouldn't be upended because of our impotence and guilt.