There’s nothing morbid about wanting an end to eternity, because honestly, eternity isn’t very glamorous. People always say, carelessly, how they wish they’d never have to die, to be able to walk and wander the Earth for the rest of existence without fear of pain or suffering. But what people don’t realize is that without an end, there is, ironically, no room for love or admiration for the life around us. That when time stretches on, endlessly, life becomes suffocating.

Nauseating.

And that things shift, whereas the suffering of death becomes the suffering of living