Everybody dies. Some sooner than others. Death is the ultimate freedom; nothingness. You become nothing and no one needs nothing.
But if you look at your hand or if you look in the mirror, there is something there. You are not nothing, you exist and you are here. The reason why, only you know. But you are something. You are someone.
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Death is the ultimate freedom; nothingness. You become nothing and no one needs nothing.
But if you look at your hand or if you look in the mirror, there is something there. You are not nothing, you exist and you are here. The reason why, only you know. But you are something. You are someone.
And that is already worthy.