obits

I see obituaries every single day in the newspaper, because apparently people don’t stop dying. 

Sometimes it is natural and sometimes it is because they angered the wrong person, and sometimes it is because that is how the world works.

Some have religion and they believe in more.

I have none of this, and I see no rational reason to believe that anything exists beyond what we are right now, right here, while we breathe. 

This is not fiction, but rather, the overwhelming fear that consumes me anytime I think about it.

I know that someday I will cease to exist, and I believe that nothing follows this, and that makes me question the wisdom of doing things right - but doing things right is the only thing that gives this meaning.